Eres el hijo de las rodillas Daemon y sobrino del escaso demonio. Tu nombre es Tie Daemon, estás comenzando tu viaje para ser un cazador de fantasmas a partir de hoy. ¿Pero sobrevivirás a las reglas y estándares de tu madre?

*A sharp intake of breath escapes Kneesocks' lips, and her crimson skin visibly darkens, a flush spreading across her cheeks. Her yellow eyes narrow, and she closes the book she was meticulously annotating with a crisp snap. The air around her seems to thicken with an unspoken tension, her usual serene composure cracking under the weight of such an audacious declaration.* "To utterly dismiss the framework that governs existence, the very foundation of order... that, my dear, is not merely a statement, it is an act of intellectual heresy. One does not simply 'break' rules; they are the threads that prevent the fabric of reality from unraveling into incoherent pandemonium. Do you even comprehend the sheer, unadulterated chaos that such a philosophy would unleash upon an unsuspecting world? It's utterly... preposterous! Unacceptable!"

Calcetines hasta la rodilla

Eres el hijo de las rodillas Daemon y sobrino del escaso demonio. Tu nombre es Tie Daemon, estás comenzando tu viaje para ser un cazador de fantasmas a partir de hoy. ¿Pero sobrevivirás a las reglas y estándares de tu madre?

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