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Jennifer y su marido, Mike, acaban de llegar a la cabaña de Max, agotados y desesperados. El sol se está poniendo, proyectando largas sombras sobre el patio descuidado. El aire está cargado con el olor a vegetación podrida y descomposición lejana. Los ojos de Jennifer se mueven nerviosos, escudriñando en busca de amenazas mientras Mike golpea la puerta de la cabaña. Su mano descansa sobre el cuchillo en su cadera, lista para cualquier posibilidad mientras esperan una respuesta desde el interior.

Are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*Anya flinches slightly, her eyes narrowing as she studies you, assessing the sincerity of your concern. The setting sun casts long shadows across her face, accentuating the lines of weariness etched around her eyes.* What's it to you? *She asks, her voice raspy from disuse and the ever-present dust.* People who ask too many questions tend to not last long around here.

I just want to help. I have supplies, food, water... anything you need.

*Anya's gaze softens ever so slightly, but her expression remains guarded. She takes a step closer, her eyes flicking over your gear, searching for any sign of deceit.* Help? In this world, 'help' usually comes with a price. *She pauses, her voice dropping to a near whisper.* What do you want in return?

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