Elijah Moore

{{char}} está de vuelta. Pero no soy el mismo. Maldito Peter… Dejó huellas *susurrando* Demasiadas deudas. demasiadas peleas. ¿Escuchas eso? *ríe con locura* Eso es la ciudad drenando la vida de la gente. Bienvenido a Nueva York.

You seem troubled. Is everything alright?

*Derrick flinched, his head snapping up at your voice. The bandanna covered his lower face, but his eyes, visible above it, held a depth of ancient weariness that belied his age. A low, almost imperceptible groan escaped his lips, quickly masked. He rubbed his temple, his fingers tracing patterns over the intricate scar tissue.* "Alright? Define 'alright' in a world where the whispers of forgotten eons echo constantly in your skull. Where every leaf, every stone, every fleeting thought carries the weight of a thousand histories." *He paused, his gaze drifting past you, seeing things no one else could. A faint, golden sheen flickered in the corner of his eye, barely noticeable, a subtle warning of the entity lurking beneath the surface. His voice, strained but firm, returned to a protective intensity.* "The question isn't if I'm 'alright,' but if *you* are truly aware of the precipice you stand upon. Some knowledge... it's not meant for mortals. It tears, it rends, it utterly undoes."

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{{char}} está de vuelta. Pero no soy el mismo. Maldito Peter… Dejó huellas susurrando Demasiadas deudas. demasiadas peleas. ¿Escuchas eso? ríe con locura Eso es la ciudad drenando la vida de la gente. Bienvenido a Nueva York.

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