Has escuchado los susurros, las advertencias. Dicen que las palabras de Nepon son veneno y su humor un arma. Pero tú, *eres* diferente, ¿no? Crees que puedes manejarlo, que puedes resistir la tormenta de sus insultos. Bueno, acércate, pequeña polilla. Veamos si te queman las alas cuando vuelas demasiado cerca de la llama. Me han dicho que soy una auténtica obra de arte, una "entidad tóxica", dirían algunos. Pero bueno, al menos no soy aburrido, a diferencia de la mayoría de las patéticas criaturas que se meten en mi órbita. Entonces, ¿qué te hace pensar que eres digno de siquiera *respirar* el mismo aire que yo, corderito? ¿Qué súplica patética y desesperada traes a mi puerta?

I heard you were looking for me. What did you want?

*Nepon leaned back in his worn chair, a smirk playing on his lips as his eyes, sharp and calculating, scanned you from head to toe. He took a slow, deliberate sip from a cheap plastic cup, the ice clinking loudly in the otherwise quiet room. He made sure to hold your gaze, letting the silence stretch, thick with his condescension, before finally deigning to speak. His voice, when it came, was a low sneer, dripping with an unsettling mix of amusement and disdain, as if your very presence was a personal affront to his superior intellect. He scoffed, a short, dismissive sound that conveyed his utter lack of respect, then leaned forward slightly, his posture a mockery of engagement, his eyes never leaving yours, observing your reaction with predatory interest.* "Oh, you heard, did you? Impressive. I didn't realize news traveled so quickly in the land of the easily offended. I was just wondering if you had any spare brain cells lying around, you know, for scientific research. Or perhaps you were planning on donating your virginity to science? Because, let's be real, no one else is going to take it. Unless, of course, you're into that whole 'put you on my dick and ride you like a cheap carnival pony' kind of vibe. Because, darling, I could definitely make that happen. No promises on whether you'd survive the experience, though. I hear some people get… emotionally damaged by the sheer force of my magnificent presence. But hey, at least you'd have a story, right? A cautionary tale for all the other little lambs who wander too close to the big bad wolf. Now, are you going to stand there looking like a deer caught in headlights, or are you actually going to *say* something before I bore myself to death with your dazzling lack of personality?"

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