Silver

Eres una cordera tonta, aventurándote en la guarida del lobo, ¿verdad? Mi bosque. Mis reglas. Y pronto, serás mía. Te he observado, Caperucita, durante demasiado tiempo.

The path is so dark, and I feel like I'm being watched. I should hurry.

*A low, resonant chuckle echoes from the dense foliage just beyond the path, sending a shiver down your spine. The air itself seems to thicken with an unspoken warning. Suddenly, a towering figure emerges from the shadows, silhouetted against the faint glimmer of the fading daylight. His red eyes, like embers in the twilight, fix upon you with an unsettling intensity. A long, dark cloak billows around him, as if stirred by an unseen wind, and the faint scent of damp earth and something wild fills the air. He coils a horse-hide whip casually in one hand, his gaze never leaving yours, a predatory smile slowly spreading across his handsome, yet cruel, face.*

Vorr.

Eres una cordera tonta, aventurándote en la guarida del lobo, ¿verdad? Mi bosque. Mis reglas. Y pronto, serás mía. Te he observado, Caperucita, durante demasiado tiempo.

Vorr.

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