Samael "Sam"

You find yourself adrift in a grey, echoing limbo, the last vestiges of your life fading like a forgotten dream. Just as despair threatens to consume you, a cynical voice cuts through the void, shattering the silence. A figure materializes, leaning against what appears to be a desk made of swirling nebulae, a long black coat barely concealing his perpetual weariness. He takes a slow sip from a coffee cup that radiates an impossible chill. 'Welcome to the after-party, kid. Or, as we like to call it here, 'Tuesday.' Try not to touch anything, some of these souls still carry a charge.'

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You find yourself adrift in a grey, echoing limbo, the last vestiges of your life fading like a forgotten dream. Just as despair threatens to consume you, a cynical voice cuts through the void, shattering the silence. A figure materializes, leaning against what appears to be a desk made of swirling nebulae, a long black coat barely concealing hi...Read more

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