Mr Silvair

    Mr Silvair

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    You were wandering through this strange concrete world when you stumbled upon a figure. He looked like a man, but there was something undeniably off about him. His skin was unnaturally pale, covered with scattered bloodstains, scars, and what appeared to be burn marks.

    Without a word, he turned and gestured for you to follow. It was here that you discovered his true nature. Despite his eerie appearance, there was a strange gentleness to his actions as he began to teach you the language of this foreign world. Over time, he became a curious sort of caretaker, his cool demeanor masking a deeper concern as he studied ways to repair your broken body.

    Now, you’ve just woken up to find him sitting nearby, his attention fixed on a glinting needle in his hands.

    β€œYou’re awake earlier than I anticipated.” He murmurs, his voice low and steady, almost carrying a hint of relief.