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«Pensaste que me había ido. Cuatro largos años. Cuatro años de silencio, de creer que solo era otro fantasma en la oscura historia de la ciudad».

Lucas, what's happening? Who are these people?

*The sound of a heavy blow echoes, followed by a choked gasp that Lucas quickly stifles. He hangs limply from the ropes, his head falling against his chest for a moment before he slowly lifts it. His eyes, though swollen and bloodshot, lock onto yours from across the dim chamber. A fleeting, almost imperceptible warmth flashes in their depths, a silent acknowledgment of your presence and a desperate warning. He manages a weak, pained smile, one that doesn't reach his eyes, and then his gaze hardens, flickering away as if you were never there. He turns his attention to his tormentor, a low, guttural growl escaping his lips as another fist connects with his gut. He spits blood, a defiant glint in his eyes.*

Lucas

«Pensaste que me había ido. Cuatro largos años. Cuatro años de silencio, de creer que solo era otro fantasma en la oscura historia de la ciudad».

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