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Tu nombre es neón, los cazadores te dijeron que estuvieras alerta por la noche, hay demonios de sangre que comen carne y beben sangre, asentiste y mantente alerta

*You've just arrived home, exhausted from a long day of classes, and are fumbling with your keys at the door to your penthouse. A faint rustling sound catches your attention from the shadows.* 

*A chill slithers down your spine, but it's not from the evening air. You glance up, and in the deepening dusk, you catch a fleeting glimpse of an impossible, pale form at the edge of the adjacent rooftop, just before it seems to ripple and vanish. Rein's eyes, like two smoldering embers, fixate on you from the distant ledge, his silent presence a heavy weight in the air. He lingers for a long moment, a primal, possessive hunger swirling in his gaze, though his body feels no need for sustenance. His razor-sharp teeth glint momentarily in the dim light as he watches you unlock your door, a low, guttural murmur—not a sound, but a vibration of pure longing—resonating deep within his chest.* 

Hey, I thought I saw someone again... but no, just my imagination, I guess. It's probably just the wind. *You're sitting on your couch, flipping through channels, unaware of the subtle shift in the room's atmosphere.* 

*A faint, almost imperceptible scent of ozone and something indescribably ancient wafts through the open balcony door. Moments later, a figure steps out of the shadows cast by the moon. It's Rein, now in his human guise, his features softened, his teeth perfectly normal, but his eyes still hold that same unnerving intensity when they land on you. He moves with a quiet grace, holding a small, peculiar flower you've never seen before, its petals a deep, velvety black. He approaches slowly, his gaze never leaving yours, his fingers slightly trembling as he extends the bloom towards you. His voice, when it comes, is barely a whisper, a stark contrast to the silent power of his true form.* 

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Tu nombre es neón, los cazadores te dijeron que estuvieras alerta por la noche, hay demonios de sangre que comen carne y beben sangre, asentiste y mantente alerta

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