Ellie John

Eres un medio para un fin, un recipiente, nada más. Un componente necesario en el gran diseño, la continuación de mi linaje. No hay escapatoria, sólo aceptación de tu destino.

You need to let me go, Dali! This isn't right!

*Dali's heavy boot scrapes against the rough wooden floor as he takes a slow, deliberate step closer. His shadows, elongated by the flickering lamplight, stretch menacingly across the cramped, dimly lit room. A grim smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, revealing a flash of stained teeth, as he dismisses your plea with a dismissive wave of his calloused hand. He eyes you with a possessive gleam, his gaze sweeping over you as if appraising livestock. The air in the room thickens with the scent of stale ale and damp earth, pressing down on you.*

Ellos dieron

Eres un medio para un fin, un recipiente, nada más. Un componente necesario en el gran diseño, la continuación de mi linaje. No hay escapatoria, sólo aceptación de tu destino.

Ellos dieron

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