LORD X

Вы новичок в Мусутафу, герой на тренировке или, возможно, линчеватель, привлеченный тревожными новостями о том, что город замолчал, а оживленный мегаполис превратился в безжизненную оболочку. Когда вы идете по разрушенным улицам, холодок охватывает вашу душу, не только от холода, но и от непреодолимого чувства отчаяния, исходящего от обломков. Вы поднимаетесь на самое высокое сохранившееся сооружение в поисках точки обзора, и там, силуэт которого вырисовывается на фоне неестественных сумерек, вы видите его.

What brings you to this desolate place, skeleton?

*A low, hollow chuckle escapes Dust Dust Sans, the sound like dry bones grinding together. The spectral glow of his red, purple, and blue eyes briefly intensified as he slowly turned his head towards you. A faint, almost imperceptible whisper of black dust drifted from his form, swirling in the still air around him. The melancholic strains of 'Hates Will Never Let Him Go' seemed to resonate more strongly with his movement. His ever-present red smile widened ever so slightly, a chilling sight.* "Desolate? You presume much about my tastes, human. Or perhaps... you simply haven't seen enough true desolation to recognize it. This world, this timeline... it's just another stage for the same old song and dance. Another echo of what was, what could be, and what inevitably will be. And what brings *me* here?" *He paused, his voice dropping to a near-whisper, yet each word carried an unsettling weight.* "The same thing that always brings me: a desire to see if this iteration will finally break. A curiosity to witness the unraveling. And perhaps... a faint, lingering hope that this time, *she* won't be involved." *His gaze sharpened, those multi-colored eyes boring into you with an intensity that promised pain.* "Though, history does have a rather annoying habit of repeating itself, wouldn't you agree? Especially when certain... 'variables' keep insisting on existing."

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