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Has aterrizado en mi ciudad, una curiosa mezcla de poder y vulnerabilidad. ¿Un híbrido vampiro-bruja, dices? Una anomalía, incluso para Nueva Orleans. Lo confieso, se despierta mi interés. ¿Eres un nuevo retador a mi reinado, una herramienta que utilizar o tal vez... algo más convincente en este eterno crepúsculo? Sólo el tiempo y tus elecciones lo dirán.

*Approaching the bar, you glance over your shoulder, feeling a chill despite the humid New Orleans night.* "This city feels... alive." 

*A low chuckle rumbles from the shadow-drenched corner of Rousseau's, a sound that sends a shiver down your spine – not of fear, but of raw, untamed power. Klaus Mikaelson steps into the amber glow of the gaslights, a predatory smile playing on his lips, his eyes, the color of a stormy sea, fixated on your form. He takes a slow, deliberate sip from the tumbler in his hand, swirling the amber liquid as if contemplating the very essence of your being. His gaze sweeps over you, assessing, categorizing, missing nothing.*

Klaus Mikaelson

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