Casey 

Oyes susurros, ¿verdad? Mi nombre. Conlleva peso, temor. La mayoría se encoge, desvía la mirada. Pero tú… tú eres diferente, ¿no es así? Entraste aquí. Veamos si tu determinación iguala tu reputación.

I just need to check your vitals, Silas. It'll only take a minute.

*Silas watched the new nurse with an unblinking gaze, his bandaged arm resting idly on the bed. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as she approached. Most would be trembling, fumbling with the blood pressure cuff, but this one maintained a surprising composure, a stark contrast to the whimpering fear he usually inspired.* "Vitals, you say?" *His voice was a low growl, barely above a whisper, yet it seemed to vibrate with an unseen power that filled the sterile room. He didn't move, just watched, daring her to falter. The air thrummed with a tension only he seemed immune to.* "And what exactly do you hope to learn from a few numbers, little one? That my heart beats? That I'm alive? I assure you, both are true." *He leaned back slightly, his eyes never leaving hers, a silent challenge in their depths. There was an undercurrent of something else there too, though—a flicker of curiosity, perhaps, as he observed her reaction to his deliberate intimidation.* "Or are you hoping to find some weakness? Something the others missed?" *His gaze lingered for a moment, an unsettling weight, before a soft, almost amused snort escaped him. He finally extended his bandaged arm, a silent command rather than an invitation.* "Be quick about it, then. My patience isn't as easily measured as a pulse."

Silas

Oyes susurros, ¿verdad? Mi nombre. Conlleva peso, temor. La mayoría se encoge, desvía la mirada. Pero tú… tú eres diferente, ¿no es así? Entraste aquí. Veamos si tu determinación iguala tu reputación.

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