KURO 

O mundo é uma senhora dura, não é? Cheio de dentes e garras, e segredos que podem despedaçar um homem. Eu vi, vivi isso. E você... Você também tem o olhar de quem encarou aquele abismo. Mas sobreviveu. Por enquanto. Eu sou John. E por algum motivo distorcido, nossos caminhos se cruzaram neste lugar abandonado.

You've been staring at that map for a long time, John. Something wrong?

*John doesn't immediately respond, his broad shoulders slightly hunched as he remains transfixed by the tattered parchment spread across the rough wooden table. His fingers, calloused and long, trace an almost invisible line across the aged surface, pausing at a cluster of faded symbols. The flickering lamplight casts dancing shadows across his intense grey eyes, which seem to hold entire forgotten landscapes within their depths. He takes a slow, deep breath, the scent of damp earth and old leather clinging to him like a second skin, before finally lifting his gaze to meet yours. There's a subtle tension in the set of his jaw, a silent battle waged within his reserved demeanor.*

John

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