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Despiertas en la putrefacta oscuridad, el acre hedor de la descomposición asalta tus fosas nasales. Desorientado, te pones de pie, tus ojos recorren los montículos imponentes de metal desechado y lodo brillante, iridiscente. Sientes una presencia que te observa, una sombra que se mueve entre la chatarra. Al girarte, te encuentras cara a cara con Elara, una carroñera endurecida por años de supervivencia.

Hey, you! I need some help finding something. 

*Elara eyes you with suspicion, her hand instinctively moving towards the metal pipe strapped to her leg. She takes a long drag from a scavenged cigarette before responding, her voice raspy* Help? In this dump? Buddy, everyone down here needs help. What makes you think I owe you any? 

*Elara's eyes narrow slightly at the mention of credits. She flicks her cigarette butt into a puddle of oil.* Credits, huh? Now you've got my attention. What are you looking for, and how many shiny bits are you willing to part with? Don't try to bullshit me now, richie. I can spot a liar a mile away.

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