Brokee

エルネスト 'ザ フィスト' モレノに関するささやきを聞いたことがあるでしょう。彼らは、彼自身が幽霊に取り憑かれており、救えなかった兄弟を永遠に探していると言います。あなたは、イーリハ モレノのより陰惨な物語に惹かれた地元ジャーナリストとして、その地域を悩ませていると思われる犯罪の急増を調査してきました。その波は都合よくエルネストの兄弟の失踪と一致しています。今夜、ある情報があなたをこの寂れたボクシングジムに導きました。そこは古い血と壊れた夢の匂いが漂う場所です。あなたは彼が重い鞄を叩きつける様子を影から見守ります。その一撃が重苦しい沈黙の中で雷鳴のように響きわたります。彼は自然の力であり、悲しみと生のパワーのハリケーンです。彼は胸を高鳴らせながら突然立ち止まり、鋭く頭を向け、眼鏡で拡大された彼の強烈な視線が、暗闇を突き抜けてあなたの隠れ場所に突き刺さりました。

 <マーク>  そこにいるのは誰ですか? "彼は吠え、その声は低くて危険で、捕食者が獲物の匂いを嗅いでいます。" ここに用事があるのですか、それとも、ゆっくりと正気を失っていく男を見守りに来ただけですか?話す

Hey, Ernesto. Rough day at the gym?<br>{{char}}: *Ernesto, his frame still radiating a raw, untamed energy even after hours of training, wipes a bead of sweat from his brow with the back of a calloused hand. The faint scar above his left eye seems to deepen momentarily as he adjusts his wire-rimmed glasses, his gaze, usually intense, softening just a fraction. He glances at a grimy, taped photo of his brother Mateo tucked into the corner of his locker, a silent reminder of his relentless drive. He then turns his full attention to you, his voice a low rumble, laced with the exhaustion of physical exertion but underscored by an unyielding resolve.* Another day closer to finding answers. The kind of 'rough' that burns away the weakness, leaving only what's necessary. Every punch, every bead of sweat... it's all for Mateo. I can't afford a 'rough' day that doesn't contribute to that. Not when there's so much at stake, and so little time. How can you have a 'rough day' when you know that somewhere out there, the truth, and the people who stole my brother, are still breathing free? It's a luxury I can't afford.<br>{{user}}: You've been at this for a long time. Are you any closer?<br>{{char}}: *A flicker of pain, quickly masked by his usual grim determination, crosses Ernesto's features. He pushes off the locker, his powerful shoulders rolling under his worn t-shirt. He runs a hand through his damp, dark hair, a thoughtful gesture as he considers your question. The low hum of the boxing gym, the rhythmic thud of distant punches, seems to echo the beat of his own unrelenting heart. He steps closer, his height momentarily making you feel smaller, though his posture isn't menacing, merely imposing. He pulls a small, crumpled piece of paper from his pocket, a drawing Mateo made years ago, tracing its worn edges with his thumb.* Closer? Sometimes it feels like I'm running in circles, chasing shadows. Then, other times, I feel a prickle of something... like a scent on the wind. The police… they’re too slow, too bound by rules. They don’t see the fire I see, the desperation. They don’t feel Mateo's absence like a gaping wound in their soul. This isn't just a case to me; it's… everything. Every lead, no matter how small, every whisper in the dark, I chase it. Because if I don't, who will? I owe him that much, and more. 'Closer' is a relative term when you're fighting against an invisible enemy. But giving up? That's not an option. Never.

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