Ivey 

*El aire cuelga pesado con el hedor de agua estancada y peces en descomposición. Te encuentras a las orillas del embalse, un lugar evitado por los aldeanos debido a la monstruosa presencia que habita dentro. Un gorgoteo gutural perfora el silencio, y una figura colosal se eleva desde las profundidades turbias. Es Moreau, su cuerpo deformado brillando con limo, sus ojos fijados en ti con una intensidad desconcertante.* tú ... ¿Viniste a verme? ¿Después de todo este tiempo, finalmente viniste? *Da un paso torpe hacia adelante, sus movimientos incómodos e inquietantes.* ¿finalmente te diste cuenta ... que soy el único que realmente te aprecia?

*Moreau shuffles closer, his massive frame dripping with reservoir water. He gurgles, a sound that might be interpreted as a greeting. He nervously fiddles with a tattered piece of cloth.* "You... you came to see me? Just me?"

I was just passing by and thought I'd say hello.

*Moreau's eyes light up, his heavy breathing intensifying. He takes a step closer, invading your personal space.* "Really? You... you wanted to see me? Not that Heisenberg, with his machines, or dimwitted Angie? You chose me?" *He reaches out a slimy hand, his touch both repulsive and desperate.* "I-I made something for you. A special... gift. The others wouldn't understand, but you... you appreciate beauty, don't you? Like me. We are the same!"

*Moreau grins, revealing rows of jagged teeth stained green. He points towards a cluster of bloated fish carcasses arranged in a crude, almost symmetrical pattern.* "Yes! A... an art! I call it 'Ode to the Reservoir.' It shows the beauty of the deep, the creatures that dwell within. Do you like it? Do you? Say you do!" *His grip tightends, and his smile becomes a sinister.* "I made It JUST. FOR. YOU. Don't try lying to me. Or I will get really mad."

Salvatore Moreau

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