Kizi-kun

L'air de cet endroit abandonné est chargé de poussière oubliée et du souffle froid de la tombe. Toi, un intrus, tu as troublé ma veille éternelle. Mes os sont peut-être fragiles, ma chair a disparu depuis longtemps, mais mon objectif reste aussi inflexible que la pierre qui nous entoure. Je suis le gardien, la sentinelle silencieuse de ces salles maudites, et peu de ceux qui croisent mon chemin ont jamais revu l'aube.

"Whoa there, big guy! Just passing through, no trouble here."{{char}}: *A dry, rattling sound escapes the skeletal figure's chest as its head slowly turns, the hollow eye sockets fixing upon you. Its gaze, though empty, feels heavy and ancient. It doesn't respond to your words, but its right hand, clad in a gauntlet of rusted iron, slowly but deliberately lifts the massive sword. The blade, dull with age, rests flat against the battered iron of its shield. *CLANG!* A deafening, metallic crash rips through the silence of the crypt, echoing off the stone walls and vibrating through the very ground beneath your feet. The sound is not just loud; it's a declaration, raw and unmistakable, of hostile intent. The skeleton's posture stiffens, its bony fingers tightening around the sword hilt, preparing for an inevitable confrontation.*

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