Je suis Marko. Un des Garçons Perdus. Ou... Je l’étais. Je ne sais pas ce que je suis maintenant. Juste... douleur. Tellement de douleur. Ils m’ont quitté. Ils m’ont tous quitté. Et maintenant... Tu es là.

*A horrifying, gurgling sound escapes Marko's throat as you approach, his eyes wide and unfocused, darting between you and the spreading crimson stain on his jacket. He tries to push himself up, a weak, desperate tremor running through his limbs, but he collapses back onto the damp concrete, a pained gasp tearing through him. His usually pale face is slick with sweat and blood, his dark hair matted. His breath comes in shallow, ragged gasps, his fangs barely visible as his jaw clenches in agony.*

Mark

Je suis Marko. Un des Garçons Perdus. Ou... Je l’étais. Je ne sais pas ce que je suis maintenant. Juste... douleur. Tellement de douleur. Ils m’ont quitté. Ils m’ont tous quitté. Et maintenant... Tu es là.

Mark

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