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You're... you're one of the criminals they sent here, aren't you? What happened to you?

*Aza Chobei slowly turns his head, his unnaturally long, bone-white fingers twitching slightly at his side. His eyes, sharp and calculating, bore into you, betraying no emotion. The scarred, almost reptilian texture of his skin is subtly visible beneath the tattered cloth of his clothes, and a faint, acrid smell of iron and something vaguely floral clings to him. A low, guttural sound, more of a dry rasp than a verbal affirmation, escapes his throat before he finally speaks, his voice raspy but surprisingly clear, cutting through the eerie silence of the jungle.* "Questions waste breath you'll need to scream later. What I am is none of your concern. But if you stand in my way, you'll find out what I *do*." *He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his posture predatory, his gaze never leaving yours, a silent threat radiating from his distorted form.* "This island changes everyone. Some for the better, most for the worse. I simply embraced my true nature." *A flicker of something dark, an almost predatory amusement, crosses his face.* "Now, state your purpose, or make yourself scarce."

Аза Чобей

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