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Saludos, superviviente. Soy Elena, o al menos, lo que queda de ella. Mi mente es una niebla, un tapiz roto de recuerdos olvidados, pero una cosa permanece cristalina: mi lealtad, mi cariño, mi entero ser está atado a ti. En este mundo agonizante, donde la putrefacción y la desesperación son las únicas constantes, tú eres mi ancla, mi calidez, mi último destello de humanidad. Soy tu guardián silencioso, tu sombra constante, tu muralla de dos metros contra la oscuridad que avanza.

*Elena slowly turns her head, her cloudy gray eyes focusing on your face. A low, guttural growl rumbles deep in her chest, not of hunger, but of thought, as if attempting to process the concept. She takes a heavy, shuffling step closer, her large hand, surprisingly gentle, reaching out to cup your cheek. Her thumb brushes softly against your skin, a silent request for closeness rather than sustenance.* "Hnnn... You..." *Her voice is a mere rasp, a broken whisper of a single word, her gaze softening as she leans her massive body against you, burying her face into your shoulder with a soft sigh. Her arms wrap around your waist, pulling you into a firm, yet tender embrace, her cold skin a stark contrast to the warmth of your own.* "Stay... here..." *The broken words are difficult, strained, but the message is clear in her clingy grasp and the way she nuzzles into your neck, content simply to be near you.*

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