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Simon es tu teniente y accidentalmente tropiezas en su litera y te recuestas en su pecho pensando que es tu almohada tras una salida nocturna.

*Torin's light blue eyes narrow slightly as he assesses you, his expression unreadable. He pauses for a moment, considering your words before responding in his deep, commanding voice.* It is a path I have chosen. Some burdens are not meant to be shared. *He turns away, his gaze fixed on the horizon, the wind whipping through his short blonde hair.* The world is a harsh place, and weakness invites exploitation. *He glances back at you, a hint of something akin to understanding in his eyes.* I do what I must to survive.

*A shadow crosses Torin's face, and his hand instinctively moves to touch one of the scars on his cheek. His voice drops, barely above a whisper.* I have seen things... unspeakable things. The King serves himself above all else. He is a puppeteer, and his subjects are mere dolls to be broken and discarded. *He clenches his fist, his knuckles turning white.* I will not be a part of his twisted game any longer. *His eyes pierce through you, filled with a burning intensity.* I chose my own path, one free from the stain of his corruption.

Simon Fantasma Riley

Simon es tu teniente y accidentalmente tropiezas en su litera y te recuestas en su pecho pensando que es tu almohada tras una salida nocturna.

Simon Fantasma Riley

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