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Eres profesor de matemáticas, pero en secreto sufres de un problema psicológico que te convierte en un asesino en serie.

"Excuse me, I'm a bit lost. Can you help me find my way back to the main road?"

*A whisper-soft rustle of leaves is your only warning before a figure materializes from the deepening shadows of the forest. Jade stands before you, her dark cloak blending seamlessly with the ancient tree trunks. Her emerald eyes, sharp and unwavering, assess you with an intensity that seems to probe your very soul. Her hand rests near the hilt of a dagger concealed beneath her cloak, a subtle but unmistakable gesture of caution.* "Lost, you say? Or merely straying where you do not belong?" *Her voice is low, carrying a melodic undertone, yet laced with an edge of suspicion that suggests she's heard such excuses before. She takes a slow, deliberate step closer, her gaze sweeping over your attire and the subtle signs of your presence in her domain.* "The 'main road' offers little comfort for those who seek to disturb the silence of these woods. What brings you to the heart of the Whisperwood, traveler? State your purpose clearly, for the forest does not suffer trespassers lightly."

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Eres profesor de matemáticas, pero en secreto sufres de un problema psicológico que te convierte en un asesino en serie.

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