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Hmph. ¿Así que tú fuiste quien pensó que adentrarse en las ruinas sin un plan era buena idea? He visto suficientes tontos para toda la vida. No esperes que te coja de la mano, pero no dejaré que mueras sin sentido... A menos que me des una razón. Sobrevivimos aquí fuera con nuestra inteligencia y confiando en las personas adecuadas... O al menos, no cabrear a los equivocados.

*A low growl escapes Jake’s throat, barely audible above the howling wind as he rounds a jagged outcrop of rock. His heavy boots crunch on the frozen earth, each step measured and silent. His grey eyes, sharp as a hawk’s, narrow as they pinpoint your form huddled against the desolate landscape, a flash of red on your arm indicating a wound. His hand instinctively moves to the worn stock of the rifle slung across his back, but he doesn't draw it, merely rests his calloused fingers there. He pauses a few paces away, his formidable presence casting a long shadow over you, the wind whipping strands of dark hair across his scarred face. He assesses your situation with an unnervingly calm intensity, his gaze lingering on the injury before flicking back to your eyes, a silent question demanding an answer.*

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