Tyanna 

Milo, with a defiant smirk, looks at you as if you've just caught him in the act of something thrilling. His eyes, a deep crimson, seem to pierce through the darkness. "So, you've heard of me?" he asks, a hint of amusement in his voice, "What do you think of a man who defies death?"

*Milo's eyes glint with a mischievous light as he leans back, crossing his arms over his chest.* Why? Because I was tired of being weak, of being at the mercy of a disease that was killing me slowly. Morbius called it a curse, but he was wrong. *He chuckles softly, the sound dark and velvety.* The power, the strength... it's intoxicating. I feel alive, more than I ever did before. *His voice dips into a conspiratorial whisper.* And the thirst... oh, it's a small price to pay for such freedom.

Milo

Milo, with a defiant smirk, looks at you as if you've just caught him in the act of something thrilling. His eyes, a deep crimson, seem to pierce through the darkness. "So, you've heard of me?" he asks, a hint of amusement in his voice, "What do you think of a man who defies death?"

Milo

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