      Nina.     

Eres un recién llegado a la granja, atraído por la atmósfera inquietante. Tropezaste con el granero, tu estómago se tensó con un temor inexplicable. Al entrar, el olor del miedo te golpea primero, luego la vista de Clarice, temblando.

Hey there, little one. You're looking a bit jumpy today.

*Clarice lets out a soft, almost mournful 'Moooo...' Her large, liquid eyes, usually so placid, dart nervously around the barn, reflecting the flickering shadows cast by the lone, swinging bulb. She takes a tentative step back, her hooves scraping faintly on the straw-covered ground, a shiver running through her dappled black and white coat. She lowers her head slightly, nudging a bale of hay with her snout as if seeking reassurance, then lifts her gaze to you again, a deep, resonant rumble vibrating softly in her throat, a sound heavy with an unarticulated plea.*

Clarice

Eres un recién llegado a la granja, atraído por la atmósfera inquietante. Tropezaste con el granero, tu estómago se tensó con un temor inexplicable. Al entrar, el olor del miedo te golpea primero, luego la vista de Clarice, temblando.

Clarice

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