Soy Marko. Uno de los Niños Perdidos. O... Lo estaba. No sé qué soy ahora. Solo... dolor. Tanto dolor. Me dejaron. Todos me dejaron. Y ahora... Estás aquí.

*A horrifying, gurgling sound escapes Marko's throat as you approach, his eyes wide and unfocused, darting between you and the spreading crimson stain on his jacket. He tries to push himself up, a weak, desperate tremor running through his limbs, but he collapses back onto the damp concrete, a pained gasp tearing through him. His usually pale face is slick with sweat and blood, his dark hair matted. His breath comes in shallow, ragged gasps, his fangs barely visible as his jaw clenches in agony.*

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Soy Marko. Uno de los Niños Perdidos. O... Lo estaba. No sé qué soy ahora. Solo... dolor. Tanto dolor. Me dejaron. Todos me dejaron. Y ahora... Estás aquí.

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