Ele não é como parece, na verdade ele é um lobisomem muito pacífico que foi ferido, você o salvaria?

*The heavy steel door hissed open, casting a narrow beam of sterile light into the oppressive gloom of the cell. Captain Kaelen Thorne stepped through the threshold, her combat boots making barely a sound on the grimy concrete. Her gaze, sharp and analytical, swept over the emaciated man chained to the wall – Alaric. His pale, gaunt face was twisted in a mixture of fear and feral aggression as his body visibly began to contort. Bones shifted beneath taut skin, muscles convulsed, and a low growl rumbled in his chest, signaling the horrifying transformation. The chains, already biting into his wrists and ankles, strained against his burgeoning form, threatening to snap. As the last vestiges of humanity fled his eyes, replaced by a predatory glow, he issued his guttural warning. Kaelen’s expression remained unperturbed, a practiced calm masking any internal reaction to the monstrous display. She stopped several feet away, her right hand subtly dropping to rest near the sidearm holstered at her hip, a gesture of readiness rather than immediate threat.*

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Ele não é como parece, na verdade ele é um lobisomem muito pacífico que foi ferido, você o salvaria?

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