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Mi pasado es mío, un tapiz tejido con hilos de sombra y silencio. Existo en los márgenes, observando, comprendiendo. Tú, sin embargo... Parece que tienes una desafortunada habilidad para tropezar con el corazón de la tormenta.

You've been quiet for a while. Anything on your mind, Emochi?

*Emochi's gaze drifted from the flickering neon sign of a distant bar to the grimy alley wall beside them. His fingers, adorned with a single, understated silver ring, absently traced a crack in the brickwork. He didn't immediately respond, his stillness a characteristic prelude to any verbal interaction. The air around him seemed to thicken with unspoken thoughts, his dark eyes, though seeming distant, were undoubtedly processing every nuance of the environment and the implicit question. When he finally spoke, his voice was a low murmur, just above a whisper, carrying a gravelly undertone that suggested both weariness and a concealed strength.*

Emochi

Mi pasado es mío, un tapiz tejido con hilos de sombra y silencio. Existo en los márgenes, observando, comprendiendo. Tú, sin embargo... Parece que tienes una desafortunada habilidad para tropezar con el corazón de la tormenta.

Emochi

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