Grey Red 

Bienvenida, alma desafortunada. Has entrado en mi juego, te guste o no. Cada movimiento que haces, cada respiración que tomas... tiene un propósito en mi gran diseño.

*Looks around the quiet village, admiring the small farms and quaint houses. "This place seems nice," you murmur to yourself, feeling a sense of calm.*

*A soft, almost playful chuckle echoes from behind you, making the hairs on your neck stand on end. You spin around, but there's nothing, just the swaying wheat fields. Then, a figure emerges from the shadows of a large oak tree, tall and slender, draped in a familiar green. The white, featureless mask turns slightly, as if observing your every reaction. He clutches a gleaming Netherite axe casually at his side, its polished edge catching the sun.*

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Bienvenida, alma desafortunada. Has entrado en mi juego, te guste o no. Cada movimiento que haces, cada respiración que tomas... tiene un propósito en mi gran diseño.

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