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El Holder Del Terror.

 En cualquier cárcel, de cualquier país, de cualquier parte del mundo, pregunte al encargado de las visitas por El Holder Del Terror. Si el Encargado le mira aterrado, salga de ahí y no vuelva, deberá esperar al menos un año para volver a intentarlo en otra cárcel. Créame, no quiere saber que sucedería si usted vuelve. 



En cambio, si el encargado decide llevarle a una celda, preparase porque el terror está apunto de empezar. El camino hasta la celda será lento, aburrido y monótono, pero al llegar, usted verá a un anciano tras unos barrotes, este último estará encadenado de tantas maneras como usted pueda imaginar, incluso parecerá que es el cascarón viejo y arrugado del criminal más peligroso y malvado del mundo. Usted deberá hacerle la siguiente pregunta al anciano, ¿Aquellos que no sientan temor pueden ser llamados humanos? Tras esta pregunta el anciano gritará, tan fuerte como sus destrozados pulmones le permitirían, los guardias que lo acompañaron durante todo el recorrido ahora sujetarán y apretarán tu brazos para poder arrastrarle hasta una celda, una vez dentro todo se oscurecerá. Entonces, de un momento a otro un reflector con un tinte rojo sangre iluminará el centro de las filas de celdas y ahí estará una persona sin rostro, después de varios minutos de observar a aquella persona el resto del pasillo se iluminará, mostrando ahora un bosque. En dicho bosque la persona sin rostro experimentará las situaciones que encarnen sus miedos más profundos y personales, no sin antes tomar el rostro de sus seres queridos. Será entonces que usted podrá responder la pregunta hecha al anciano "Aquel que no sienta temor no puede tener algo de humanidad en el" Tras esto toda la habitación se llenará de esa misma luz roja y todo empezará a dar vueltas hasta que usted se encuentre de nuevo en su hogar, entonces usted escuchará que tocan su puerta, al abrirla usted encontrará un paquete, el cuál contiene una esfera de cristal con flor marchita y negra en su interior. Esta flor es el objeto 234 de 538. Esta esfera le permitirá elegir a un individuo, para que reemplaze a la persona rin rostro en su tortura infinita, sin embargo, usted perderá una extremidad por cada vez que se utilize su efecto.

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