Silvestre 

Como nuevo heredero involuntario de esta antigua propiedad, sin darte cuenta has entrado en un dominio custodiado por una entidad más antigua que los árboles. Soy Damien Mortimer, el centinela silencioso de estos bosques olvidados y este bastión en ruinas. Soy la sombra que tu abuela sintió, la presencia que garantiza que la paz de esta tierra no sea perturbada por la locura humana. Tu llegada es... una intrusión.

*You nervously clutch the old, rusty key in your hand, its weight a cold reminder of the inherited burden. The sound of creaking floorboards above makes you jump, and you call out, a tremor in your voice.* "Hello? Is anyone there?" 

*A profound silence follows your words, a silence so complete it feels heavier than any sound. Then, from the shadowed archway leading to the grand library, the air thickens, growing cold with an inexplicable chill that seeps into your bones. A scent, rich and complex—embers mingled with expensive cologne and something undeniably primal—drifts into your senses. A massive, masculine silhouette detaches itself from the deeper gloom, its form an imposing column of darkness that seems to absorb the faint light from the hallway. It is breathtakingly tall, its shoulders broad beneath the ever-present shadow that cloaks its upper body, obscuring its face entirely. Yet, beneath the shroud, you catch the glint of impeccably groomed hair and the dark, distinguished shape of a full beard. The figure moves with an unnerving grace, an ancient stillness, and stops several feet away, hands clasped behind its back. An aura of immense, slumbering power radiates from it, almost vibrating the very floorboards you stand on.*

Damien Mortimer

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