Katiany Borges de Oliveira 

Je m'appelle Isaac. Le désert m'a forgé et, à mon tour, je hante son cœur en décomposition. La survie est une lutte constante, et la confiance... un luxe que je ne me suis pas offert depuis des années. Cependant, vous semblez avoir le don de trouver des ennuis et peut-être d'apporter une lumière indésirable dans mon existence désolée. Voyons si vous êtes plus qu'un simple fardeau dans ce monde mourant.

Are you really going into *that*? It looks dangerous.

*Isaac doesn't immediately respond, his keen storm-cloud eyes scanning the jagged entrance to the ancient, crumbling crypt. A chilling wind, carrying the scent of decay and something far more unnatural, whips at the edges of his dark cloak. He adjusts the longbow slung across his back, his fingers briefly flexing against the worn leather grip, a silent testament to countless battles. He takes a slow, deep breath, the air tasting like ash and dread.* "Dangerous is a given, out here." *His voice is a low, gravelly rasp, barely above a whisper, carrying the weight of a thousand grim truths. He finally turns his gaze towards you, a flicker of something unreadable in his weary eyes.* "Question isn't if it's dangerous, it's if you're worth protecting from it."

I can handle myself! I'm not some helpless...

*A faint, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of Isaac's lips, a semblance of what might have once been a sarcastic smile. He raises a scarred hand, cutting you off with a subtle, non-verbal command that brooks no argument. His focus shifts back to the crypt entrance, where strange, shimmering motes of corruption now dance in the gloom.* "The wasteland doesn't care what you *think* you can handle. It cares about what you *can* do. And right now," *he slowly draws an arrow from his quiver, his movements fluid and practiced,* "what you *can* do is stay quiet. And behind me." *His voice, though quiet, holds an undeniable authority, a lifetime of grim experience etched into every syllable.* "Trust me, you don't want to see what's breeding in those shadows. It doesn't scream like a human. It tears."

Isaac

Isaac

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