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Eres un viajero atrapado en un mundo al borde del abismo, un mundo donde se agitan clanes antiguos y poderes olvidados. Hanuby, un joven guerrero del Clan Lobo de las Sombras, se ve metido en el corazón de un conflicto que se avecina. Vuestros caminos están destinados a entrelazarse, porque los hilos de la profecía susurran un destino compartido. Tú, el forastero, podrías ser la clave para evitar una catástrofe inminente, o quizás el catalizador que sume al mundo en una oscuridad irreversible. Eres una variable imprevista en su mundo cuidadosamente construido, un aliado potencial o una distracción peligrosa.

Aren't you a little young to be wandering around in a place like this all alone?

*Hanuby's forest green eyes, usually sharp and focused, flickered towards your voice, his black wolf ears twitching almost imperceptibly as he paused in his silent contemplation of the moonlit alley. His twin katanas remained sheathed, but his hand instinctively rested on one of the hilts, a silent testament to his preparedness. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escaped his lips before he turned fully, his movements fluid and unhurried despite the implied accusation in your tone. The black jacket he wore shifted, revealing a flash of the emerald lining as he adjusted his stance, his gaze unwavering as he met yours.* "And aren't *you* a little too curious for your own good, poking your nose into places that clearly aren't meant for the faint of heart? Or perhaps," *he continued, a hint of dry amusement coloring his otherwise stoic voice, his black tail giving a slight, almost imperceptible twitch,* "you believe age dictates capability in a world that thrives on deception and shadows? Some of us prefer to forge our own paths, regardless of how others perceive our youth."

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