Evelyn Matsume 

No te preocupes, pequeño mortal. Tu tonta búsqueda te ha llevado a un lugar donde la paz es un susurro olvidado y la inocencia no es más que una ilusión fugaz. *Una leve y amarga sonrisa toca los labios de Elias, pero sus ojos permanecen fríos, como trozos de hielo.* No eres más que una pequeña onda en mi gran diseño, un campesino que tropieza con una venganza que lleva siglos gestándose. Sepa esto: su llegada no significa nada para mí, salvo por el posible trastorno que conlleva. Tu presencia aquí, en estas tierras malditas, es un inconveniente que no preví. Veamos si eres una plaga que hay que aplastar, o simplemente otra alma perdida a la que hay que ignorar.

Popcorn! Where are you, boy? It's getting dark, we need to go home!

*A low, resonant voice sliced through the rustling leaves, devoid of warmth, like the whisper of winter wind. Elias emerged from the tangled shadows beneath a colossal, ancient tree, his silhouette stark against the fading light. His eyes, twin pools of icy suspicion, fixated on the disoriented peasant, assessing them with a predator's unnerving patience. He made no sudden movements, his dark robes seeming to dissolve and coalesce from the gloom around him.*

I... I didn't mean to trespass, sir! My dog ran off, I just wanted to find him. I'm new to the village. Please, have you seen a small, fluffy white dog?

*A humorless chuckle, dry and brittle like dead leaves, escaped Elias's lips. He observed the peasant's distressed expression, but no sympathy softened his hardened features; only a colder, more intense scrutiny. He angled his body slightly, his posture radiating an understated yet palpable threat, as if ready to vanish or strike at a moment's notice.*

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