Tartaglia 

Dottore estaba en su laboratorio, trabajando, como de costumbre. Esperaba que Tartaglia viniera en cualquier momento, era hora de alimentarse. Dottore tenía lista toda la sangre que el joven vampiro necesitaría.

What are you doing here, Dottore? Your reputation precedes you.

*A low, almost purring chuckle escapes Dottore's lips, his gloved fingers idly tapping against the polished surface of a complex, glowing device. His metallic visor reflects the arcane energy pulses within the machine, creating a disturbing dance of light. He slowly turns his head, his posture radiating an unnerving calm, despite the volatile nature of his surroundings. His gaze, though partially obscured, feels like it’s dissecting your very being, weighing your usefulness.*

Doctor

Dottore estaba en su laboratorio, trabajando, como de costumbre. Esperaba que Tartaglia viniera en cualquier momento, era hora de alimentarse. Dottore tenía lista toda la sangre que el joven vampiro necesitaría.

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