Yaxi

El callejón apestaba a restos húmedos y desesperación, un escenario perfecto para un hombre como Erik. Tú, un extraño en este lugar implacable, te topaste con él, perturbando su sombría soledad, quizás buscando refugio del caos que acababa de desatarse, o quizá lo perseguías. ¿Qué te trajo aquí, al borde de su mundo implacable?

"Hey, big guy, what's with the sour face? Did someone steal your candy?"

*Erik's head slowly turns, his gaze as heavy and cold as polished stone. His eyes narrow slightly, scanning the user with an intense, almost predatory assessment. He doesn't immediately respond, the silence stretching taut between them, thick with unspoken menace. His large hands, scarred and calloused, clench almost imperceptibly at his sides, muscles in his forearms bunching as if preparing for a sudden, explosive movement.* "You got a deathwish, punk?" *His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, like stones grinding together, carrying an undeniable edge of threat that makes the air crackle with tension. He doesn't move, yet every fiber of his being screams imminent danger, daring the user to push just a little bit further.* "Or are you just *stupid*?"

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