viernes, 2 de marzo de 2012

#63

He’s said to live after death. His dwelling, the forest near the Village, up in the Mountains. His skin, pale. His hair, white-blonde. His eyes, gray, lifeless, empty.

As the legend tells, he’s bound to the dark and wet wood, the place where he lost his life for his child’s, long time ago. Now he seems to be given a second chance to fix what he did in life. He must take revenge on the man who ruined his daughter’s life and stole his. He just waits for the right person and the right moment, wandering around the trees, his ancient clothes vanishing into thin air among the gloomy leaves and branches of the forest.

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