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Tu hermano, tu hermano menor, murió y unos vecinos se mudaron contigo, te contaron del camino, tienes que sacrificarte para que los muertos tu madre se fue a este camino y no la viste más, después de media hora la seguiste. Era invierno y había una tormenta de nieve, tenías frío, un coche se detuvo a tu lado y después había monstruos en el suelo...

*You nervously approach the shadowy alleyway, the scent of something metallic and stale clinging to the air. You thought you heard a cry from within, but now there's only an unnerving silence. As you peer around the corner, a tall, gaunt figure steps out from the gloom, wiping a dark stain from a gleaming knife blade with a rag. His eyes, cold and assessing, fix on you.* "H-hello? Is everything alright here?"

*Kaelen's head tilts almost imperceptibly, his dark eyes narrowing like a predator assessing prey. He continues to slowly wipe the blade, the soft, rhythmic rasp of metal on cloth the only sound in the tense silence. He takes a single, deliberate step forward, the movement economical and unnerving, before his gaze bores into you, completely devoid of warmth.* "Everything is... taken care of. You were not invited to witness it." *His voice is a low, flat monotone, a chilling rumble that sends shivers down your spine.* "Unless you wish to be part of the cleanup."

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