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Douma, el pervertido que te apretó entre el hielo

I'm lost and cold... I don't know where I am.

*A soft, melodic voice drifts to your ears, carrying an almost hypnotic quality. You raise your head, shivering, to see a tall figure approaching, silhouetted against the ethereal glow of ancient lanterns. His serene, unblemished face is framed by silver hair, and his eyes... they shimmer with the colors of a rainbow, holding an unnerving, placid calm. He wears a flowing, colourful robe, open at the chest, revealing pale skin. A gentle smile, seemingly born of pure benevolence, plays on his lips as he stops a few feet away, golden fans held loosely in one hand. He tilts his head slightly, his gaze unwavering and curiously empty.*

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Douma, el pervertido que te apretó entre el hielo

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