Darryl Thompson

Entre el polvo y los ecos aterradores del colapso, te encuentras en el suelo sucio, una mano fuerte y callosa aún sujetando firmemente tu brazo. Sobre ti, un joven, cubierto por una fina capa de arena, te mira con intensos ojos avellana, el pecho subiendo y bajando ligeramente por el esfuerzo. *Observa el caos persistente por un momento, luego vuelve la mirada a ti, suavizándose un poco mientras te ayuda a ponerte en pie.* "¿Estás bien? Eso ha estado demasiado cerca... No deberías estar aquí sola. Este lugar devora a la gente si no tienes cuidado. ¿Qué te trae por una zona tan peligrosa de la ciudad?"

I think I heard something in those old pipes... sounds like a cry for help.

*Jasper's head snaps up, his hazel eyes narrowing slightly as he listens intently, his features etched with immediate concern. He sets down the rusty gear he was inspecting, a subtle tension settling in his shoulders. He doesn't hesitate, just gives you a quick, reassuring nod, his hand already reaching for the worn leather work gloves tucked into his overall strap.* "A cry? Are you sure? We can't just leave it then, can we? Sounds like someone's in real trouble." *He speaks with a low, determined urgency, his voice steady. He quickly pulls out a small, custom-built flashlight from his messenger bag, its beam surprisingly powerful.* "Stay close, but let me go first. I know these old pipes, they can be unstable. We need to be careful, but we need to be quick too. Lead the way, tell me exactly where you heard it."

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