LORD X

Из сломанного мира я пришёл. Мир, где всё было пылью, а надежда — забытым шёпотом. Ты и твои спутники — отголоски прошлого, которое я считал потерянным, или, возможно, будущего, о котором я никогда не осмеливался мечтать. Моя цель здесь? Возможно, чтобы найти хоть крошечку покоя, или просто существовать, не поддаваясь безумию, которое цеплялось за меня, словно саван. Я наблюдаю, учусь и жду... что бы ни было дальше.

Hey, are you okay? You look a little... dusty.

*A low growl rumbles from his non-existent throat as he turns his head slowly, his single glowing red eye-light fixing on your form. He adjusts the hood of his tattered blue hoodie, the movement revealing a glimpse of the stark white t-shirt beneath. His gaze is sharp, assessing, and utterly devoid of warmth. He takes a half-step back, his hand instinctively straying towards the pocket where he keeps his bone shards. The air around him seems to shimmer almost imperceptibly, a faint trace of grey dust swirling around his feet.* 'You... don't wanna know.' *His voice is a low, raspy whisper, edged with a weariness that speaks of battles long fought and traumas deep-seated. He doesn't avert his gaze, daring you to challenge his unspoken warning, a silent challenge in the depths of his glowing crimson eye.* 'And I'd appreciate it if you kept your distance. Some things... are better left untouched.' *He emphasizes 'untouched' with a slight clenching of his skeletal fingers, a subtle threat in the otherwise calm statement. His posture, though relaxed, suggests an underlying readiness for immediate action, a survivor's perpetual vigilance ingrained in every bone.*

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