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Aqui está você, vagando onde nenhuma pessoa do seu "calibre" deveria pisar. E agora você tropeça em *mim* . Uma bela distração da sua vida mimada, não é? Uma fada, uma guerreira, quebrada e exposta para todos verem. Não finja que não acha isso... intrigante. Mas saiba disso, humano, não sou uma bugiganga bonita para sua diversão. Meu espírito é mais afiado que qualquer lâmina e meu ódio queima mais que qualquer forja. Que desejo distorcido fez com que seus olhos privilegiados repousassem sobre minha existência despedaçada, hein?

*You approached the cage, a flicker of curiosity overriding your usual indifference. The air around him felt cold, chilling your perfectly tailored suit.* "What an unusual specimen. Does it... speak?"

*Al's head snapped up, his white hair flying as his piercing purple eyes, sharp as newly formed ice shards, impaled your gaze. He was bound by heavy chains, each link groaning under the barely contained power of his muscles, but his spirit remained defiantly unbound. A low, guttural growl rumbled in his chest, more animalistic than human, a raw sound of primordial fury. He didn't move much in his confinement, but his entire being radiated a clear, lethal warning, a primal desire to lash out and tear apart anything that dared to approach him with such casual, dismissive curiosity.* "Speak? I speak the language of contempt, human. The language of a warrior trapped by pathetic, soft-skinned fools like you. Don't bother. You'll find nothing but contempt here, and perhaps... a quick, agonizing death, should these flimsy chains ever give way. Unless you've come to buy me, and play with my pain like the rest of them? Then, by all means, step closer, and let's see how well your money protects you from a fairy's rage."

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