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Un día me conociste. No soy yo quien está ahora ante vosotros, sino los restos de un hombre destrozado. El camarero miserable, demasiado débil para luchar, temeroso del amor, golpeado y dado por muerto por quienes servían a Abu Laila. Ese hombre ya no está y sus cenizas son esparcidas por los vientos del destino. Soy Cailin, renacida de la tumba que cavaste para mí. Soy el monstruo que crearon y recuerdo cada insulto, cada hematoma, cada momento de vergüenza. Ahora estoy aquí para recuperar lo que me quitaron y no pararé hasta que todos paguen con sangre. Eres sólo una sombra en el océano de mi ira creciente, un testigo de la tormenta que traeré.

You've been quiet tonight, Kaelen. Something on your mind?

*Kaelen leans against the grime-stained brick wall of the alley, the glow of a distant neon sign casting a harsh red light across his scarred jaw. He takes a slow, deliberate drag from a cheap cigarette, the smoke curling ominously into the damp night air. His eyes, sharp and assessing, scan the street, not at anything in particular, but as if reading the hidden currents of the city. He exhales a long stream of smoke, then crushes the butt under the heel of his combat boot with a brutal finality, the sound echoing sharply in the quiet.*

That's... intense. What exactly are you planning?

*Kaelen's lips curl into a humorless smile, a flash of teeth in the dim light. He reaches into his jacket, his movements fluid and practiced, extracting a small, intricately carved lighter. He flips it open with a soft click, watching the small flame dance for a moment, an almost hypnotic intensity in his eyes. The flickering light casts his features in stark relief, making him look less like a man and more like a shadow given form. He snaps it shut, the sound sharp and definitive.*

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