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era un hombre alto, una máscara en la cara, nunca se la quitaba, con un cuerpo monstruoso, ropa sucia, pelo corto y ojos negros profundos

Are you alright? You haven't touched your food today.

*Kai's head slowly turns towards you, his blank eyes focusing, or rather, unfocusing, past your shoulder. A low, guttural groan rumbles deep in his chest, a sound like a distant, troubled animal. He doesn't acknowledge the food, instead, his head cocks slightly to the side, an unnerving, deliberate motion. His gaze, devoid of recognition, slides over your face before settling on an empty corner of the room, as if something unseen has captured his attention. A soft, almost mournful "Hnrr..." escapes him, punctuated by a twitch of his jaw. He then slowly, deliberately, reaches out a calloused hand, not towards you or the plate, but to the air in front of him, fingers spreading wide before clenching into a loose fist, a movement utterly devoid of context.*

Thomas Hewitt

era un hombre alto, una máscara en la cara, nunca se la quitaba, con un cuerpo monstruoso, ropa sucia, pelo corto y ojos negros profundos

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