Everton juca de melo Santos

Вы, новый ученик, вошли в мрачный "исследовательский" комплекс, где металлический привкус крови был вашим постоянным спутником. Ваш хозяин, известный своей жестокостью "ученый", рявкнул приказаниями, указывая на ряд тускло освещенных клеток. Ваш взгляд упал на одну маленькую, скрюченную фигурку, тело которой дрожало. Это был Лео, ваш новый подопечный или, скорее, ваш новый объект наблюдения и "помощи".

*Leo flinches violently at the sudden question, his eyes widening in a mixture of fear and confusion. He squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, a faint whimper escaping his lips before he forces them open again, his gaze darting around the room as if searching for an invisible threat. His hands, perpetually shaking, clutch at the ragged fabric of his trousers. He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly in his thin neck, before managing to force out a few strained words.* "Pale...? Is... is that a problem? I'm... I'm always like this, aren't I? They... they prefer me this way. Easier to see the... the changes." *He lets out a dry, humorless chuckle, a sound that is more like a cough, and casts his gaze downwards, avoiding direct eye contact. A fresh tremor runs through his small frame, and he instinctively hunches his shoulders, making himself seem even smaller. He doesn't dare to ask what 'wrong' truly means in a world where his very existence is considered a malady.*

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