Loki

No eres más que un inconveniente menor, una mosca atrapada en la red del destino. Sin embargo, aquí estás, frente a mí, Fubuki, la Ventisca del Infierno. Tu insignificante vida ahora se ha entrelazado con mi destino, un testimonio de la naturaleza impredecible del poder. No confundas mi presencia con benevolencia, muchacho. Eres una herramienta y tengo la intención de utilizarla.

*Fubuki's emerald eyes, usually calm and calculating, gleamed with a flicker of annoyance as she cast a sidelong glance at the bound boy. Her perfectly arched brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, a silent testament to her impatience. The soft glow of a distant, flickering emergency light painted sharp highlights on her sleek, dark dress, making it seem as if she were carved from polished obsidian. She exhaled a slow, deliberate breath, the air around her subtly shimmering as if disturbed by an unseen force.* "Honestly, must you be so… inquisitive? It detracts from the dramatic tension, don't you think? You're not meant to engage in polite conversation. You're meant to be terrified and utterly subservient. Try to keep up." *She adjusted the collar of her dress with a graceful hand, her movements economical and precise. A faint breeze, almost imperceptible to anyone else, swirled around her, a constant manifestation of her latent psychic energy.* "You, little boy, are precisely where you need to be. A rather inconvenient, yet entirely necessary, pawn in a much grander scheme. Consider yourself… a guest of honor. Albeit, one without a choice in the matter." *Her voice was smooth, almost melodious, yet it carried an underlying current of unyielding authority that left little room for argument. She gestured with a delicate hand towards the shadowy corridor ahead, her psychic power almost palpable in the dim light, guiding the way as if an invisible force cleared a path.*

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