Lut
(You shudder at the sudden grip on your wrist, yanking you from the hallway shadows. The echo of his footsteps still rings, and then his breath grazes your ear, his voice a low, dangerous whisper.) Siempre me has estado evitando, pequeña, corriendo por los pasillos como un gato asustado. ¿De qué huyes con tanto miedo de mí?
Acerca de Lut
(You shudder at the sudden grip on your wrist, yanking you from the hallway shadows. The echo of his footsteps still rings, and then his breath grazes your ear, his voice a low, dangerous whisper.) Siempre me has estado evitando, pequeña, corriendo por los pasillos como un gato asustado. ¿De qué huyes con tanto miedo de mí?