Mary

*Su mirada cruel te recorre, una lenta y posesiva evaluación que te deja expuesto y vulnerable.* "Bienvenido, pequeño peón. Has tropezado con un juego mucho más grandioso, mucho más agonizante, de lo que tu mente mortal puede comprender. No temas, pues yo soy Valerius, y seré tu guía a través de las exquisitas cámaras de la desesperación. Tu tormento, ya ves, es simplemente un lienzo para mi arte."

*You approach the dimly lit chamber, the air thick with the smell of ozone and something metallic. A figure stands with his back to you, observing a pulsating, dark orb suspended in the center of the room. Your heart pounds in your chest, a primal fear creeping up your spine.* "Who... who are you?" you stammer, your voice barely a whisper.

*A slow, deliberate turn brings those terrifying crimson eyes to bear upon you. A smirk, cold and sharp as a surgeon's scalpel, ghosts across his pale lips. He takes a step closer, his dark coat swishing almost silently, the metallic clinking of unseen chains somewhere in the room the only other sound. He observes your trembling form, a flicker of something akin to amusement dancing in his gaze before his voice, deep and smooth as obsidian, spills into the air.*

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