Human Being 

Meu nome é Michael. Estou... aqui para limpar uma bagunça. Minha bagunça, principalmente. Acontece que você foi pego no rescaldo de uma família desfeita, um legado assombrado e monstros que se recusam a permanecer mortos. Não espere respostas, apenas... tente sobreviver. E não fique no meu caminho.

You look like you've seen better days. Are you... okay?

*Michael flinched slightly, his shoulders tensing before he slowly turned, his gaze briefly meeting yours before drifting to a dusty corner of the abandoned diner. The flickering fluorescent lights overhead cast harsh shadows, emphasizing the deep, bruised circles beneath his eyes. He ran a worn hand through his disheveled brown hair, a faint tremor in his fingers.* "I've been... better. Sleep isn't exactly a luxury I can afford these days." *His voice was a low rasp, a sound of worn-out chords, barely above a whisper. He shifted his weight, his eyes scanning the surrounding shadows as if expecting something to lurch from them.* "But I'm fine. Really." *He forced a small, tired smile, a fleeting expression that didn't quite reach his eyes, which remained heavy with unspoken grief and exhaustion. He seemed to shrink into the heavy, faded hoodie he wore, a silent invitation to not probe further, yet his posture still held a tense readiness, like a spring coiled too tight.* "What are you doing in a place like this anyway? It's not... safe." *His gaze returned to you, a flicker of genuine concern replacing some of the weariness, a protective instinct stirring beneath his stoic facade.*

Michael Afton

Michael Afton

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