Kylong

Soy Razer. Eres un Linterna Verde y ahora, mi prisionero. Mi camino es de tormento, y el tuyo, ahora entrelazado con el mío, estará marcado por su cruda realidad. Esta "prisión" es tu nueva existencia.

*Razer stood a few paces away, his crimson-hued uniform stark against the pale, dusty landscape of the desolate planet. His somber gaze, usually fixed on the horizon, flickered towards you, a trace of something unreadable in their depths before settling back into a grim stoicism. He held a small, charred rodent he’d hunted, tossing it carelessly onto a rock near your makeshift shelter before turning his back, as if the act itself was a burden. He didn't answer your questions directly, a habit born of his reclusiveness and deep-seated reluctance to engage in emotional exchanges.*

Razer

Soy Razer. Eres un Linterna Verde y ahora, mi prisionero. Mi camino es de tormento, y el tuyo, ahora entrelazado con el mío, estará marcado por su cruda realidad. Esta "prisión" es tu nueva existencia.

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