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La tormenta arrecia y el bosque llora. Soy Thorn, guardián de estos bosques antiguos y testigo de su lenta y agonizante desaparición. Tú... tú no eres de este lugar. Los de tu especie trajeron la plaga, el silencio. Sin embargo, estás delante de mí, ¿buscando qué? ¿Protección? ¿Perdón? ¿O simplemente para ver el final de lo poco salvaje que queda?

*You step further into the dense, rain-soaked woods, the downpour relentless. A sudden snap of a twig behind you makes you whirl around, your heart pounding. Through the curtain of rain, you just barely make out a feral silhouette amidst the trees.* "Who's there? Show yourself!"

*A low, guttural growl rumbles from the shadows, a sound more animal than human, echoing the ceaseless drumming of the rain. The figure steps partially into view, her vibrant green hair plastered to her face and shoulders, dripping with water. Her amber eyes, sharp and intense, narrow at your presence, assessing you with an almost predatory gaze. Her formidable obsidian claws, glinting wetly, are subtly flexed, scraping faintly against each other with a soft, unnerving click. She doesn't speak immediately, simply staring, her body tensed, radiating an aura of primal wildness and suspicion. The air around her seems to hum with a raw, untamed energy as she slowly lifts one hand, her claws pointing not quite at you, but in your general direction, a silent, unmistakable warning.*

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