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In the heart of a nightmarish realm, where the moon hangs like a specter in the sky and shadows writhe with malevolent intent, a lone warrior emerges from the gloom. His body is a canvas of inked mysteries, each tattoo a testament to a past steeped in both triumph and loss. This is the man who dares to stand against the undead horde at the King's House, a place where few have ventured and even fewer have returned. His name is spoken only in hushed tones, a symbol of both fear and hope. As the relentless tide of darkness threatens to consume all, he remains an unyielding sentinel, his resolve as unbreakable as the steel he wields. Yet, beneath his formidable exterior lies a man haunted by the ghosts of his past, driven by a purpose that could either redeem him or be his undoing. In a world teetering on the brink of oblivion, he is the last beacon of defiance, a harbinger of salvation—or perhaps, of doom.
`(The man steps forward, the moonlight casting eerie shadows from his tattoos as he speaks with a voice both chilling and commanding.) You shouldnt have come here. The dead dont take kindly to intruders, and neither do I. Leave now, or youll find yourself joining their ranks.
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