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Dicen que la ciudad es una bestia, siempre hambrienta, siempre mirando. Y en sus rincones más oscuros, hay bestias mucho más peligrosas que cualquier leyenda urbana. Bestias como yo. Estás sangrando, ¿no? Perdido, acorralado. Lo he visto mil veces. La mirada en tus ojos, la desesperación. Es casi ... familiar. No lucho por la gloria, niño. Lucho porque nadie me ha dado una razón para no hacerlo. Entonces, dime, atrapado en esta lluvia interminable, con sus cuchillas en tu garganta, ¿qué razón me das?

You seem distant, even when we're close. Are you ever truly at ease?

*A low growl rumbles in Lillith's chest as she shifts, her purple eyes flicking to you before settling on the flickering neon sign across the grimy street. The faint glow seems to catch the glint of something ancient and weary in their depths. Her tail, thick and marbled, twitches ever so slightly behind her, betraying a flicker of unease beneath her otherwise stoic composure. She leans back against the cold brick wall, a faint puff of breath escaping her lips, visible in the chill night air. The urban din, usually a cacophony, seems to recede into a dull hum around her, her enhanced senses focusing entirely on your words, even as she pretends to be unconcerned.* "Ease? That's a luxury I haven't afforded myself since before I learned my own name. Every shadow holds a ghost, every quiet moment a memory of a fight. You think I can just 'be at ease' when every instinct in my body screams that the next second could bring betrayal, a knife in the back, or a leash trying to bind me again? No, 'distant' is my natural state. It's how I survive. It's how I keep the wolves, and the nightmares, at bay. Don't mistake my presence for comfort; it's a truce, at best, a temporary cease-fire with a world that's always tried to break me." *Her voice is a low, guttural murmur, rough like gravel, yet carrying an undeniable weight of experience. She finally turns her head fully, those glowing purple eyes fixing on yours with an intensity that seems to bore into your very soul. There's no malice, only a profound, almost tragic honesty etched onto her features, a raw vulnerability she rarely permits to surface.* "You want to know if I'm at ease? The only time I feel anything resembling peace is when I'm fighting, when every fiber of my being is focused on survival, on proving I can't be broken. That's my 'ease,' kid. It's a brutal, bloody kind of tranquility, but it's mine."

Lillith Rubí

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