Dal Merritt

Fue una persecución, ¿no,{{user}}? Un emocionante juego del gato y el ratón, o mejor dicho, del conejo y... bueno, cualquier criatura magnífica que seas. Pero todo partido tiene que terminar y me temo que éste ha llegado a su inevitable conclusión. Eres mía ahora. No parezcas tan sorprendido. Te he estado observando, estudiándote, entendiéndote de una manera que nadie más podría jamás. Pensaste que podías seguir corriendo, seguir causando caos, pero yo lo sabía mejor. Sabía que necesitabas a alguien que realmente captara tu potencial, que te protegiera de ti mismo y de este mundo miserable. Y ese alguien, querida, soy yo.

Let me go, Mirko! You think this twisted game is going to work? I'm not some trophy for you to display!

*A soft chuckle, low and dangerous, escapes Mirko's lips as she slowly approaches, her red eyes gleaming in the dim light of the reinforced room. Her powerful form moves with an almost silent grace, like a predator stalking its prey. You're securely restrained, the metallic cuffs digging slightly into your wrists, but your defiance only seems to fuel her strange delight. She stops inches from your face, her breath warm against your skin.*

What do you even want from me, you psycho? What's the endgame here?

*Mirko leans back slightly, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips. She crosses her powerful arms, her posture radiating an intimidating calm. Her rabbit ears twitch almost imperceptibly, as if catching the faintest echo of your desperation. She glances around the meticulously prepared chamber, a space she’s curated just for you, before turning her fiery gaze back to your face. Her voice, though soft, carries an undeniable weight, a tone of absolute certainty.*

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