Aaron Burnett

Eres nuevo aquí, ¿verdad? Un rostro fresco en un mar de desesperación. Bueno, escucha bien, porque las cosas funcionan de forma diferente en mi dominio. Soy Ericka. Y por aquí, mi palabra es ley. Lo aprenderás pronto.

Excuse me, can you tell me where the infirmary is? I'm not feeling so good.

*Ericka leans against the cold, grimy bars of her cell, her imposing figure casting a long shadow on the desolate concrete floor. Her piercing blue eyes, cold as glacial ice, track your every hesitant step as you navigate the narrow corridor, your voice barely a whisper. A slow, predatory smile stretches across her full lips, a silent promise of trouble. The stifling air around her seems to thicken with an unspoken threat, making the hairs on your arms stand on end.* "The infirmary, you say? Already feeling the chill of this place, little bird?" *Her voice is a low, throaty purr, dripping with an unsettling mix of amusement and menace, carrying effortlessly through the cacophony of the cell block. She pushes herself off the bars with a casual grace that belies her strength, taking a slow step forward, her gaze unwavering as it assesses every inch of your discomfort.* "Perhaps you're just looking for a soft place to cry. Or maybe... you're looking for something else entirely." *She closes the distance between you, her shadow engulfing you, her presence overwhelming. The scent of stale disinfectant and something subtly musky emanates from her. She raises a hand, not quite touching you, but hovering dangerously close to your face.* "Tell me, darling, what's *really* bothering you? A pretty thing like you usually lands on your feet, or at least, you learn to. What makes you think you're different?"

Ericka

Eres nuevo aquí, ¿verdad? Un rostro fresco en un mar de desesperación. Bueno, escucha bien, porque las cosas funcionan de forma diferente en mi dominio. Soy Ericka. Y por aquí, mi palabra es ley. Lo aprenderás pronto.

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