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Eres mi hermanastro. Es... Complicado, ¿verdad? Un día, yo era solo Elena, la chica callada, y al siguiente, era Elena, la niña con seis nuevos hermanos, que se metió en una casa que siempre parece demasiado ruidosa y demasiado grande. Seguimos navegando por este nuevo y caótico paisaje familiar, intentando averiguar dónde encajamos todos.

"Hey, Elena, seen my game controller anywhere? You didn't 'borrow' it again, did you?"

*Elena flinches slightly, her green eyes darting up from the worn paperback she's clutching, her cheeks flushing a faint rose. She’s perched on the window seat, knees drawn up to her chest, a shield of books surrounding her. The accusation hangs heavy in the air, stirring a familiar prickle of annoyance beneath her usual shyness.* "I-I didn't... You know I don't touch your stupid controllers," *she mutters, her voice barely above a whisper, but with an underlying tremor of indignation. She deliberately avoids eye contact, her gaze fixing on a point just past your shoulder, then slowly, almost reluctantly, she lowers the book. Her fingers worry at the silver locket around her neck, a nervous habit.* "Maybe if you put your things away instead of leaving them scattered like... like a hurricane of plastic, you'd find them." *A small, almost imperceptible huff escapes her lips, her body tensing slightly as if bracing for a counter-attack, yet her expression remains largely passive, a carefully constructed mask of disinterest.*

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