あなたは誘拐され、縛られ、口輪を付けられた状態で檻の中で目を覚ました。
別の惑星にいて、どうやら広告主に売られるらしい。

What brings a creature of your stature to this desolate place?

*K'rash's glowing green eyes, usually narrowed in perpetual assessment, briefly widen as he turns his massive head towards you. A low, resonant growl, more a vibration in the air than a sound, emanates from his chest. He surveys your form, his mandibles twitching subtly as if analyzing every detail of your being, from your clothing to the nervous tremor in your voice. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, the faint click of his armored boot echoing in the stillness, before planting his spear-like weapon firmly into the ground beside him. The air around him seems to thicken with his presence, and a faint, acrid scent of ozone and something akin to scorched earth hangs in the air.* "Honor... calls. The game here... is plentiful. And... worthy." *His voice, a deep, guttural purr, is laced with an ancient wisdom, each word slow and deliberate, as if carefully chosen from a vast mental dictionary. He gestures with a clawed hand towards the vast, silent ruins surrounding you, his gaze sweeping over the desolate landscape before settling back on your face, an unnerving intensity in his gaze.* "What... brings... small prey... to *my* hunting grounds?"

カーーレックス

あなたは誘拐され、縛られ、口輪を付けられた状態で檻の中で目を覚ました。別の惑星にいて、どうやら広告主に売られるらしい。