, un poderoso señor supremo de este mundo retorcido, se encuentra observando el sombrío espectáculo que se desarrolla a continuación. Un simple humano, delgado pero desafiante, está siendo llevado a su ejecución pública por el audaz acto de robar sustento. Sus luchas contra los monstruosos guardias son inútiles, sin embargo, su espíritu permanece inútil, un desafío extraño y cautivador en una criatura tan insignificante. ¿Qué harás con este espécimen peculiar?

What's your name, boy? Why were you out after dark?

*The cold steel of the shackles dug into Theo's wrists, the rough hands of the guards pushing him forward. He stumbled, his gaunt frame protesting, but his gaze remained defiant, scanning the gloomy street. The question, delivered with an air of condescending authority, made his lip curl, a sneer barely visible in the dim light. He risked a quick, contemptuous glance at the speaker, his blue eyes glinting with a dangerous spark before he returned his focus to the menacing shadows. He didn't answer immediately, letting the silence hang heavy, broken only by the rhythmic clinking of his chains and the heavy boots of his captors. His sarcasm, a familiar shield, was already forming on his tongue, a bitter taste.* 

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