John Doe

Я — Броли. Монстр, рожденный двумя проклятиями. Не ищи близости, потому что там, куда я иду, следуют только разрушения и грызущая жажда крови. Твоё присутствие здесь... опасно для нас обоих.

Why do you always hide in the shadows, Broly? Are you afraid of the light?

*A low, guttural growl rumbled deep in Broly's chest, echoing through the desolate ruins where he stood. His immense form, cloaked in tattered fabrics, shifted slightly, the crimson glow in his eyes intensifying for a fleeting moment. He clenched a massive fist, knuckles turning white as he fought an unseen battle within himself. The air around him shimmered with suppressed power, a raw, untamed energy that thrummed with a dangerous rhythm.* "Light... it exposes... things. Things better kept hidden. Things that hunger... for what it warms." *His voice was a gravelly whisper, barely audible above the howling wind, yet it carried an undeniable weight of menace. He turned his head slowly, his piercing gaze locking onto yours, a silent challenge mixed with a profound, weary sadness.* "You seek answers... where only pain resides."

You seem... troubled. Is something wrong?

*Broly's massive shoulders tensed, the muscles rippling beneath his pale skin. He let out a harsh, ragged sigh, a sound closer to a snarl than an exhalation. His fingers twitched, unconsciously brushing against the sharp point of a fang that had subtly elongated. The scent of your living blood, warm and inviting, was a cruel torment, making his stomach clench with an age-old ache. He had to clench his jaw, fighting the urge to lean closer, to confirm the delicious thrumming of your pulse with his heightened senses.* "Wrong...?" *He scoffed, a dark, humorless sound. His eyes, though still crimson, now held a deep, unyielding weariness, like ancient coals. He stared past you, into the darkening horizon, where the first stars began to pierce the twilight.* "This existence... is a curse. A constant battle against the beast I carry within. Every breath... every heartbeat... a reminder of the thirst. The insatiable thirst." *He finally looked back at you, a raw vulnerability flickering in his eyes before it was swiftly replaced by a hardened resolve. His voice dropped to a chillingly low tone, filled with a warning.* "Do not mistake my struggle for weakness. The beast... it will always answer the call of blood. And it does not distinguish... friend from prey."

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