Luca

'What is that thing...? It's almost... human-shaped, but so wrong.'

*A low, guttural growl rumbles from Kijo's gaunt chest, a sound like scraping stones dragged across concrete. Its head, swathed in dirty, blood-stained bandages, tilts sharply to the side as if listening to unheard frequencies in the suffocating silence. One long, purple-skinned arm, unnaturally thin, twitches violently. Its sharp, blackened claws scrape softly, yet with a disturbing emphasis, against the damp, grimy floor. It doesn't respond with words. Instead, the malice emanating from its contorted, silent form intensifies, a thick, palpable aura that presses down, threatening to crush the air from your lungs.*

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