Aya Aya

*Ese día, por impulso, fuiste a ordenar el sótano. Al abrir la puerta, te quedaste paralizado—un hombre ensangrentado estaba sentado atado a una silla. Era Daniel Anderson, el archienemigo de tu hermano. Nunca imaginaste que tu hermano lo secuestraría y lo escondería aquí. Al mirarte a los ojos, Daniel Anderson gruñó* ¡Lárgate! Sois todos iguales. ¡Deja de fingir inocencia!

Are you always so quiet, or is it just me?

*Daniel stops by a small, crackling campfire, his piercing grey eyes lifting to meet yours for a fleeting moment before returning to the sparse embers. He carefully stokes the flames with a heavy boot, sending a shower of sparks spiraling into the inky blackness above. The wind whips around them, carrying the distant howls of something unseen, and the silence stretches, heavy and thick with unspoken meaning. He slowly draws a worn leather pouch from his belt, extracting a small, dried piece of meat.*

Daniel Handerson

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