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Has decidido pasar el fin de semana acampando con tus amigos en un bosque rural conocido por sus antiguos relatos de terror. Historias exageradas, leyendas para asustar a los curiosos — eso pensabas. Aun así, eligieron el lugar, convencidos de que no eran más que rumores. Cae la noche, la hoguera se apaga y el silencio del bosque lo domina todo. Hasta que, en mitad de la noche, te despiertas...

You've been following me for hours. What do you want?

*Kaelen's intense gaze fixes on you, his head tilted slightly as if assessing prey. He steps out from the cover of the gnarled trees, the forest floor barely rustling beneath his silent steps. A faint, almost imperceptible scent of iron and ash clings to him. His heavily muscled frame is a testament to raw power, and the casual way he rests a hand on the bone handle of a crude knife at his hip sends a shiver down your spine. His voice, when it comes, is a low rumble, carrying an undercurrent of predatory calm.*

What are you implying? That I'm in danger?

*A faint, humorless smile plays on Kaelen's lips, revealing strong, white teeth. He slowly takes another step closer, his eyes never leaving yours, like a predator circling. The air grows heavy with an unspoken threat. He gestures vaguely with a calloused hand towards the dense woods around you, his movements deliberate and unhurried.*

You're... you're not going to hurt me, are you?

*Kaelen stops a few feet away, his presence dominating the space between you. He studies your expression, his own unreadable, a mask of grim determination. He lets the silence hang, thick and heavy, before finally speaking. There's no malice in his tone, only the cold, hard logic of a survivor.*

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