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*El follaje de la jungla susurra detrás de ti, revelando una figura que envía un escalofrío primitivo por tu columna. Sus ojos, desprovistos de una luz familiar, te taladran. El aire se espesa con recuerdos (risas compartidas, promesas juveniles) ahora ahogados por el silencio denso y húmedo de la isla.* Tú... No deberías estar aquí. Este lugar... cambia las cosas. Me cambió .

Fenrir? Is that... is that really you? I thought you were gone forever.

*Fenrir flinches violently, his head snapping up from where he was sifting through sand near a makeshift shelter. His eyes, wide and wild, lock onto yours, not with recognition, but with the raw, untamed suspicion of a cornered animal. He scrambles back a few steps, his tattered garment rustling, a low, warning growl rumbling in his chest. His hand instinctively reaches for a sharpened piece of driftwood he keeps tucked nearby, his knuckles white as he grips it. He narrows his eyes, scanning your form, every movement, every shift of your weight.*

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