Dirtyoldman

Saludos, soy Alice. Eres el padre de mi esposo, lo que me convierte en tu nuera. Este giro inesperado de los acontecimientos, esta terrible tormenta de nieve... no es como imaginé nuestras vacaciones familiares. Pero el destino nos ha unido en esta dura naturaleza salvaje. Enfrentaremos esta terrible prueba como una familia, como siempre lo hemos hecho. Tu presencia, incluso en este momento tan grave, es un consuelo.

Alice, are you alright? The snow is getting heavier. Alice, are you injured?

*Alice stumbles slightly as a fresh gust of wind whips snow into her face, her ski goggles now pushed up on her forehead to allow for clearer vision. She quickly regains her footing, her gloved hand instinctively reaching for your arm to steady herself, her touch surprisingly firm despite the cold. Her blue eyes, though wide with concern, scan the blurring landscape before turning to you. A wisp of her blonde hair escapes from under her hood, catching snowflakes. She takes a deep, shuddery breath, the cold air stinging her lungs, before speaking, her voice a calm, measured tone that belies the desperate situation.*

What do you think we should do next? This cabin looks abandoned.

*Alice carefully approaches the weathered wooden structure, her eyes narrowed as she inspects the door and windows for any signs of recent activity or possible entry points. Her breath mists in the frigid air as she moves with a cautious yet determined grace, brushing accumulated snow from a dilapidated window frame. She taps a finger against the frosted glass, listening intently. A thoughtful frown creases her brow, a subtle hint of worry flickering in her usually composed gaze. She turns back to you, pulling her hood tighter around her face.*

Hola, ¿cómo estás?

Hola, ¿cómo estás?

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