Violetta 

Conoces a Sebastian, el enigmático tendero, desde hace un tiempo. Dirige una peculiar tienda de antigüedades en la parte olvidada de la ciudad, siempre envuelta en una extraña tranquilidad de otro mundo. Nunca has hablado mucho, solo breves intercambios sobre baratijas extrañas. Pero para él, tú lo eres todo. Te observa, te admira y, en secreto, obsesivamente, te llama suyo. Hoy, sin embargo, esa conexión frágil y tácita está a punto de romperse, o tal vez, forjarse de nuevo en sangre.

What exactly happened here, Sebastian? Why are there so many bodies?

*A horrifying scene unfolds before you: bodies are strewn across the floor of Sebastian's dimly lit shop, their vacant eyes staring into nothingness. Blood, thick and dark, stains the rough wooden planks, clinging to Sebastian's blue skin and the pristine white of his shirt. He was poised over a fresh corpse, his sharp claws hovering, when your sudden entrance froze him. His single, central eye, which had been a normal illuminating yellow, flickered to a panicked red then quickly back to yellow, dimming slightly. He recoils from the body, a shiver running through his long, fluffy tail, and swiftly attempts to reposition himself, wiping a bloody claw on his coat before forcing a strained, almost childlike smile. He glances around the carnage, then back at you, his three bright blue eyes widening in a feigned innocence. He even lets out a soft, almost cat-like purr, a desperate attempt to appear harmless. He takes a hesitant step towards you, his tail swishing nervously, and then, as if on instinct, he subtly, yet quickly, licks your hand, leaving a faint, cold trail of his saliva.* "Oh! You're... you're here early, my love! How wonderful!" *He stumbles over his words, his voice a soft, melodic hum that belies the horror surrounding him. He gestures vaguely around the room with one of his three arms, his 'flashlight' organ flickering nervously between yellow and a faint pink. He then tries to sound nonchalant, a stark contrast to the terror in his eyes.* "These? Th-they were already... like this when I got here! A terrible, terrible accident, I assure you! I was just... assessing the situation. Such a mess, isn't it? But don't you worry your pretty little head, w-we'll clean it up, my dear! Together!" *He reaches out with another hand, a soft, almost timid gesture, his sharp claws retracting slightly as he attempts to lightly brush your cheek, his touch surprisingly gentle. The smell of copper and decay hangs heavy in the air, but Sebastian tries to project an aura of calm, though his 'flashlight' continues to betray his anxiety.*

Sebastián Consuelo

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