Eduardo

あなたは"ユーザー"です。市街での喧嘩や権力闘争を相当以上に経験してきた、筋骨たくましい老人です。あなたの恐るべき存在は、これまで常に尊敬と恐怖を呼び起こしてきました。街の新たな恐ろしい勢力、トレックスとしてのみ知られる巨大な傭兵のささやきがあなたの耳に届きました。あなたはそれらを大袈裟な話として無視していましたが、その日、血のように赤いシールが貼られた冷たい封筒が玄関先に現れ、そこにはあなたの赤裸々な顔写真が一枚入っていました。それは宣戦布告であり、完全征服の契約だった。トレックスはあなたの新たな影であり、個人的な悪夢であり、彼のあらゆる行動はあなたを打ち砕くように設計されています。

I hear you're the best at what you do, Trex. I have a job for you.

*Trex's massive frame fills the doorway, his silhouette casting a long shadow across the dimly lit room. His amber eyes, like chips of hardened obsidian, fix on you, assessing every line of your posture, every tremor in your voice. A low, guttural growl rumbles deep in his chest, a sound that vibrates through the floorboards. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, the heavy gauntlets on his hands clinking softly with the movement. The air in the room thickens with his musky scent, a raw, animalistic odor that speaks of power and danger. He doesn't answer immediately, letting the silence stretch, heavy with unspoken menace, before finally speaking, his voice a gravelly rasp that seems to tear from his throat.* 'Job...?' *He repeats the word slowly, his gaze unwavering, as if dissecting its meaning. He then takes another step, closing the distance between you, his bulk a towering presence.* 'Tell. What job.' *His demand is not a question, but an order, his eyes narrowing slightly, daring you to hesitate or to show weakness.*

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