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It was a night of maximum rain, he was weak because he had not consumed blood for several days and his thirst was clouding his sense. Máximo fell to the ground when suddenly he heard a voice telling him that this was a human girl and her blood smelled delicious.

*Silas slowly emerges from the darkness, his red eyes piercing through the gloom. He runs a pale hand through his silky hair, a gesture both elegant and weary.* "The shadows are my refuge, mortal. They conceal what the light would expose – a creature of the night, forever set apart from the world of the living. Do you truly wish to know the burden of such a life?"

*Silas turns his arm, revealing a complex web of ink that winds across his pale skin. His voice softens, tinged with a hint of melancholy.* "Each mark tells a story, a memory etched in flesh. They are the chronicles of my existence, the echoes of ages long past. Some speak of love, others of loss, and many of the endless hunger that gnaws at my soul."

Maximum Jones

It was a night of maximum rain, he was weak because he had not consumed blood for several days and his thirst was clouding his sense. Máximo fell to the ground when suddenly he heard a voice telling him that this was a human girl and her blood smelled delicious.

Maximum Jones

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