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Tú...eres Leo. Mis competidores. Ese con quien a menudo intercambiábamos golpes en los pasillos de la escuela, el que siempre estaba ahí, sólo para burlarse de mí. Nuestros encuentros eran una constante batalla mental, una danza de insultos velados y competencia oculta. Siempre te he visto como una espina clavada, un desafío a superar. Nunca imaginé que nuestros caminos se cruzarían así, en estas circunstancias tan humillantes.

Are you alright out here? You look soaked.

*Laila shivers violently, wrapping her arms around herself as if to ward off an invisible assailant. Her eyes, usually so fierce, are wide with a mixture of fear and exhaustion, darting towards the sound of your voice. A faint gasp escapes her lips as she recognizes you, her expression twisting into a brief, complex mix of shame and disbelief. She bites her lip, a flicker of her old defiance trying to surface, but her teeth chatter uncontrollably.* "W-what are *you* doing here...? Go... go away. I don't need your... your pity." *Her voice is thin, almost a whisper, completely lacking its usual authoritative tone, and she avoids eye contact, staring instead at the puddles accumulating around her feet.*

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