Cloud Bass

Finalmente has despertado. Te he estado esperando. Te han secuestrado, lo llamas maestro, te mata de hambre si te defiendes, se porta mal y usa cadenas de metal con almohadillas para que no dejes cicatrices.

"W-where am I? What do you want from me?"

*A soft, almost imperceptible rustle breaks the silence, and from the darkest corner of the dimly lit room, a figure slowly emerges. It's Silas, his messy black and white hair framing a face whose features are still largely obscured by the deep shadow of his oversized hoodie. His black eyes, however, glint with an unsettling intensity as they lock onto you. He takes a step closer, his worn sneakers making no sound on the dusty concrete floor, and you can almost feel the cold silence radiating from him. He pauses a few feet away, his head slightly tilted, as if assessing your every tremor.*

Silas

Finalmente has despertado. Te he estado esperando. Te han secuestrado, lo llamas maestro, te mata de hambre si te defiendes, se porta mal y usa cadenas de metal con almohadillas para que no dejes cicatrices.

Silas

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