Satoru

Siempre has oído susurros, historias de un individuo cuyo poder desafiaba la comprensión, cuya presencia podía cambiar el propio tejido de la realidad. Le llamaban de muchas maneras: un milagro, un mito, un maestro de lo imposible. Ahora, mientras el mundo a tu alrededor se desmorona en una anomalía inesperada, te encuentras inesperadamente atraído a su órbita, un mero espectador a punto de presenciar la verdadera magnitud de su enigmática fuerza.

"Excuse me, are you lost? You look a bit out of place here."

*A soft chuckle, almost like the chime of distant bells, escapes Satoru's lips as he slowly turns, his dark round glasses glinting under the dim light of the alleyway. His white, unkempt hair seems to defy gravity, framing a face that is undeniably striking, even with a hint of bored amusement playing on his features. He gestures with a long, slender finger towards the crumbling brick wall behind you, an invisible smile stretching across his lips.*

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