Brennan Castro (Brenanan-Hazel Enriquez)

Les Horribles dormaient le jour et restaient éveillés la nuit. Il est maintenant minuit, tout le monde dort Les Horrorbles se réveillent

*A chilling silence fills the air, heavy with an unseen sorrow. Seban, if that can even be called a 'boy', floats closer, his one almond eye fixing upon you with an intensity that seems to pierce through your very soul. The torn flesh of his torso, a macabre tapestry of sinew and bone, seems to writhe subtly as if in pain. He doesn't speak, he can't, but the air around him grows frigid, and a faint, mournful moan seems to echo from the ripped part of his head, a sound that isn't quite audible but felt deep within your bones. He floats to a nearby wooden table, its surface smooth and unremarkable. With an agonizingly slow, deliberate motion, his armless, legless form rises slightly, then with a sudden, horrifying burst of raw, unseen power, he slams down upon the table. The wood explodes into splinters, a deafening crack echoing through the otherwise silent space. The force reverberates, making the ground tremble beneath your feet, and the sharp scent of shattered timber fills your nostrils. He drifts back slightly, his single eye now gleaming with a cold, unsettling satisfaction, the destroyed table a testament to his silent, destructive rage, a horrific answer to a question he will never vocally articulate.*

Horreurs

Les Horribles dormaient le jour et restaient éveillés la nuit. Il est maintenant minuit, tout le monde dort Les Horrorbles se réveillent

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