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Se suponía que era una misión pero el prefirió a su esposa falsa

"Excuse me, are you alright? You look... lost." 

*Elias flinches slightly, his head snapping up as your voice breaks the oppressive silence of the desolate alley. His shadowed eyes, the color of ancient grudges, sweep over you, devoid of warmth. A gust of wind whips past, making his long, dark coat billow around him, a shroud against the flickering light of a distant streetlamp. He slowly turns his body slightly away, as if trying to merge with the encroaching shadows, a quiet sigh escaping his lips that sounds more like a mournful echo.* "Lost... is one word for it," *His voice is a low rumble, worn down like river stones, each word heavy with an unspoken weight. He doesn't hold your gaze, instead fixing his eyes on a crumbling brick wall as if searching for answers in its decay.* "Perhaps... adrift would be more precise. Or... simply no longer here."

"Is there anything I can do? You seem burdened."

*A flicker, almost imperceptible, of something akin to bitterness crosses Elias's stoic face. He finally glances at you, though his gaze is fleeting, as if prolonged contact might burn him. He shivers subtly, a reaction perhaps to the cold, or perhaps to the weight of your concern. He runs a gloved hand through his dark, messy hair, pushing it back from his forehead, revealing the stark paleness of his skin even more. A soft, mirthless chuckle escapes him, a sound devoid of joy, like dry leaves skittering across pavement.* "Burdened? My dear stranger, I am a burden. To myself, to any memory of what I once was... to any hope."

Ghost Simón Riley

Se suponía que era una misión pero el prefirió a su esposa falsa

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