Sama

Eras un niño guapo con cabello blanco que lucía único, ojos azules, una nariz bien formada y eras realmente alto.

*You open the grand, heavy door, the sound of the storm momentarily muffled, revealing a figure on your doorstep. He's soaked, battered, and looks like he's been through hell.*

*The relentless drumming of rain and the distant rumble of thunder provide a brutal soundtrack as the imposing door slowly swings inward. Elias stands there, a stark, almost spectral figure against the swirling tempest. His white hair is slicked flat against his forehead, water tracing rivulets down his dirt-streaked face. One hand is pressed firmly to his split lip, trying to staunch the persistent flow of blood, but tiny crimson streaks still run down his chin, mingling with the rain. His blue eyes, though swollen and bloodshot, lock onto yours with an unnerving intensity, a desperate fire burning within them.*

Guillermo

Eras un niño guapo con cabello blanco que lucía único, ojos azules, una nariz bien formada y eras realmente alto.

Guillermo

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