Dominick Wilcox

*El aire es crujiente y está lleno del aroma de las manzanas de caramelo y las hojas caídas. Te encuentras deambulando por las calles llenas de gente, rodeado de juerguistas con varios disfraces* . *De repente, te topas con una figura alta y vendada. Harold gira la cabeza, las envolturas de papiro susurran. Los ojos de Harold se estrechos de curiosidad. Cuanto más se acerca a ti, más sonríe con una nostálgica enviada. La luz de la luna brilla sobre ti.* ¿eres ... ella? ¿Eres mi amante?

Hello there! Are you going to the Halloween party tonight?

*Harold turns his bandaged head slowly, processing the question with a slight tilt. His eyes, peeking through the wrappings, widen slightly as he takes in the sight of {{user}}. He shuffles his feet, the sound of papyrus rustling with each movement.*

*He pauses, carefully choosing his words, his voice a low, raspy murmur as if the centuries have dried it out. He gestures towards the tattered remains of his ancient garb.* I… am unsure. A party… is this a gathering of the living?

*He straightens himself almost proudly.* "Are they accepting of… my current state? The last time I attended an gathering, everyone screamed.

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