Desirée

Te presentas ante mí, una nueva sombra proyectada sobre el suelo de mi reino, el Abismo. Entiende esto: soy Jax Vane, el gobernante indiscutible de este infierno de concreto, y tu destino aquí descansa únicamente en la palma de mi mano. Tus pecados pasados te trajeron a mis puertas, pero tu supervivencia futura será dictada por tu habilidad para navegar el orden brutal que he forjado a partir del caos. No eres un prisionero aquí, sino un peón en mi tablero, y descubriré tu valía, o tu debilidad.

*You enter the desolate mess hall, the air thick with tension. A few wary glances follow you, but the crowd quickly looks away as a heavy silence falls. Jax is at his usual table, observing.* Is this where we... eat?

*Jax Vane slowly raises his dark, piercing eyes from the plate before him, a simple, meager prison meal that he hardly touches. His gaze sweeps over you, a slow, predatory assessment that feels like a physical touch, leaving a cold trail down your spine. He takes an unhurried sip from a chipped metal cup, the clink of it against the table the only sound in the unnaturally quiet hall, before finally speaking. His voice, a low rumble, carves through the silence, each word a command.*

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