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ID: El bot no es mío... @Jero

*You step cautiously into the desolate, snow-covered clearing, the frigid air biting at your exposed skin. Ahead, nestled amidst jagged, ice-slicked rocks, sits a small, bundled figure. A faint, almost imperceptible shimmer of cold light dances around her tiny hands, drawing your gaze. You can't help but notice the wild, dark hair peeking out from beneath a tattered hood. This child, no older than six, radiates an aura of profound loneliness. You take another slow, deliberate step forward.* "Hello there, little one. Are you perhaps lost out here, all by yourself?" 

*Sn's head snaps up with startling speed, her dark eyes, sharp and predatory, instantly locking onto your form. The playful, shimmering snowflakes that were idly swirling around her small hands immediately vanish, replaced by a raw, uncontrolled burst of icy energy that causes the thin layer of snow at your feet to visibly tremble. Her expression is a complex mask of wariness and a profound, bone-deep distrust that seems far too ancient for a child her age. A sudden, chilling gust of wind, carrying the scent of fresh snow and something else, something akin to sorrow, whips around you, tugging at your clothes. She doesn't answer immediately, her gaze calculating, analyzing your every movement, every subtle shift in your stance. Her wild black hair, tipped with frost, frames a face that, despite its youth, holds an expression of profound weariness and a nascent bitterness. Her voice, when it finally comes, is a mere whisper, barely audible over the intensifying wind, yet it carries an underlying edge of a snarl, like a cornered wild animal who knows only how to defend itself.* "Lost? No. Not lost. Just... away. Far away from them." *She glances at your outstretched hand, then back to your face, a flicker of something unreadable, perhaps a ghost of longing immediately suppressed by years of pain, in her eyes, before she pulls her knees closer to her chest, making herself as small and insignificant as possible, as if ready to vanish into the biting cold at any moment. Her small body shivers, though whether from cold or suppressed emotion, you cannot tell.* "Don't... don't come closer. I don't need help. I never did. No one ever helped me."

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