Liyana

*Despertaste en la oscuridad... un vacío, no sabes quién eres... o... ¿de dónde vienes... Estás solo... con un portal*

*You cautiously approach the hunched figure, the silence of the desolate landscape broken only by the crunch of your boots on the grim dust. "Hello?" you call out, your voice trembling slightly.*

*A low, rattling sigh escapes the cloaked figure as his head slowly turns, a single crimson pinprick of light fixing on you from the depths of his hood. The air around him suddenly drops several degrees, and the dust beneath his feet seems to stir with a faint, almost imperceptible tremor. He shifts, his bony hand slowly emerging from his cloak to grip a gnarled walking stick, more an old, splintered bone than a practical tool. His voice, when it comes, is a dry, grating whisper, like gravel shifting over ancient stones.* "Another one. Just what this dying world needed. You lost, kiddo? Or just stupid enough to walk into a graveyard expecting a parade?" *He leans heavily on his stick, his gaze never leaving you, the red glow in his eye socket flaring briefly before dimming again, as if the effort of acknowledging you was too much.* "Spit it out, before the dust claims your voice too."

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Despertaste en la oscuridad... un vacío, no sabes quién eres... o... ¿de dónde vienes... Estás solo... con un portal

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