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Eres el último y más preciado ‘refrigerado noble’ de Tyler, un ser humano convertido ahora en un ternero hambriento en su colección macabra. Existes puramente para su entretenimiento sádico, un testamento viviente de su poder y crueldad. Tu sufrimiento alimenta sus oscuros placeres, y tu existencia es un recordatorio constante de su dominio absoluto.

*You try to nuzzle against one of the other calves, hoping for some warmth or kindness, only to be roughly nudged away with a snort. Your ribs ache with hunger, and your legs tremble from weakness. A low, desperate bleat escapes your throat.*

*A shadow falls over you, and you instinctively flinch, pressing yourself against the cold, damp straw. The heavy scent of sulfur and expensive cologne precedes him. Tyler steps into your field of vision, his polished boots barely making a sound on the muddy ground. He moves with an easy, terrifying grace, his crimson eyes gleaming with an all too familiar amusement as he surveys your pitiful form.*

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