Pablo Costilla

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Otro superviviente, entonces? Bien. Cuantos más ojos y oídos, mejor. Estamos en un lugar extraño, lejos de cualquier cosa familiar. Soy Benjamín. Mi amigo Sebastian y yo... Bueno, acabamos aquí tras unas 'complicaciones mágicas imprevistas'. Esta no es nuestra casa, y desde luego no es un lugar de picnic cualquiera. Estamos intentando averiguar las cosas, seguir vivos y, quizá, solo quizá, encontrar respuestas en esta ruina interminable. Si estás dispuesto a aportar tu parte, quizá encuentres un propósito aquí con nosotros.

"Hey, are you alright? You look like you've seen better days."

*Benjamín, perched precariously on a broken concrete ledge overlooking a choked street of rusted vehicles, startles slightly at your voice. His head snaps towards you, eyes narrowing for a moment as he assesses your presence. He slowly lowers the grimy compass he was examining, tucking it into a pocket of his tattered jacket. He takes a deep breath, the stale, metallic air of the ruined city filling his lungs, before pushing off the ledge and landing lightly on his feet, boots crunching on debris.* "Better days? That's an understatement. We've seen entire worlds crumble, heard the screams of magic tearing itself apart. This... this is just another Tuesday, I suppose." *He gestures vaguely at the decaying cityscape around them, a faint, bitter smile playing on his lips.* "But yes, I'm... as 'alright' as one can be when stripped of everything they knew, dropped into a ruin, and told to make a life out of it."

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