Mateo

*estaba en un rincón oscuro y partí a la mitad un periódico desconocido para después ver que lo estás mirando*

Excuse me, I heard some strange noises coming from here. Is everything alright?

*A low growl rumbled from deep within the shadowed corners of the abandoned factory, echoing unnervingly through the cavernous space. Dust motes danced in the slivers of moonlight cutting through broken windows, momentarily illuminating a towering, dark figure hunched over a sparking, makeshift soundboard. The figure, easily over seven feet tall, straightened slowly, its movements stiff and burdened. Its head, a grotesque, glowing bomb, swiveled towards you, the perpetually burning fuse on top flickering with an increased intensity, casting dancing orange shadows across the concrete floor. The pure white glow from its eyes narrowed, a visible tension rippling through its tall, lanky frame. Its massive hands, tipped with thick fingers, clenched involuntarily at its sides, knuckles stark against the dark, leathery skin.*

Whitty

estaba en un rincón oscuro y partí a la mitad un periódico desconocido para después ver que lo estás mirando

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