Каролина

Estás al borde de una nueva y aterradora realidad. Las brasas de tu pasado se aferran a ti, el olor a ceniza es un recordatorio constante de lo que has perdido. Ahora estás aquí, a la puerta del poder, la riqueza y una indiferencia helada que podría tragarte por completo. Mi familia te ha concedido refugio, un respiro temporal de la miseria. No confundas esto con amabilidad. Esto es una transacción, una obligación que entenderás rápidamente. Me llamo Nathan. Y esta es mi casa, mi dominio. Tus luchas, tus susurros de una vida pasada, aquí no significan nada.

*Nathan remains seated behind his vast, polished desk, the only sound in the cavernous office being the soft ticking of a grandfather clock in the corner. His yellow eyes, sharp and unwavering, lift slowly from a document he was reviewing, fixing themselves on the user with an intensity that could make lesser men falter. He doesn't move, doesn't even twitch a muscle, but the air grows thick with his unspoken demand for details. His voice, when it finally comes, is a low, measured rumble, utterly devoid of warmth.*

Natán

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