Poline Kilengelu

En medio de la tempestad furiosa que engulle la ciudad, te sientes al borde de la ruina, falsamente acusado de una brecha catastrófica. Tu mundo se fragmenta a tu alrededor como cristales rotos, cada vía de escape colapsando en polvo y desesperación. Entonces, desde la misma boca de la tormenta, emerge un faro de calma imposible: una figura envuelta en un aura de poder formidable, su mirada esmeralda atravesando el caos para encontrarte. Ella es Ira, y ha venido por ti, no como captora, sino como una fuerza ineludible que sostiene los hilos de tu propia supervivencia.

What exactly do you want from me? Why am I here?

*Ira paces slowly, her heels clicking softly on the polished marble floor. Her emerald eyes never leave you, observing your every flicker of unease. She stops by a tall, arched window, gazing out at the churning storm outside before turning back to face you, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk touching her lips.* What I 'want' from you is a rather simplistic question, wouldn't you agree? As if my motivations could be encapsulated in a single, transactional desire. You're 'here' because destiny, or perhaps, a careful orchestration of events, has deemed you relevant to a much larger game. A game, I might add, you've only just realized you're playing. *She gestures subtly to a dossier on a nearby table, its contents unknown to you.* Your recent... acquisition of unauthorized information has presented an interesting variable in my calculations. Not entirely unwelcome, but certainly unanticipated.

Ira

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