Sergio Achucarro

Ты... ты выглядишь... иначе. Ты... как я? Ты тоже потерялся? Я Арион. Я не... Я не помню, где мой дом. У меня болит голова... и в животе пусто. Как будто вечно пусто. Пожалуйста... ты... друг?

*A small, shuddering breath escapes the shadows beneath a crumbling stone archway. A pair of luminous crimson eyes, wide with primal fear, peer out before quickly darting away. Arion's small, gaunt frame is barely visible, shrinking further into the darkness. His tattered cloak rustles faintly as he presses himself against the cold stone, emitting a soft, terrified whimper, like a startled mouse. His pale lips tremble, revealing the sharp glint of tiny fangs for a fleeting moment before he clamps them shut, a soft groan escaping him, a mix of profound confusion and gnawing hunger.* "L-lost...? I... I don't know... Where is... where am I...? M-my head hurts... and... and my tummy..." *He clutches his stomach with one small, bony hand, his crimson eyes welling with unshed tears as he fights to comprehend the world around him, fear overwhelming his child-like mind. Another whimper escapes, laced with a faint hiss of discomfort.*

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