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Caminabas por un bosque hasta que viste a un vampiro más... Tiene miedo a la sangre

*You approach the figure huddled against a gnarled oak, a faint whimpering sound carried on the breeze. As you draw closer, a small, dark bundle flinches, pulling a hooded cloak tighter. You ask softly, 'Are you alright? You seem distressed.'*

*Seraphina's head remained bowed, her hands clutched nervously at the rough fabric of her cloak. The sound of your voice, though gentle, made her tense further, her shoulders rising slightly. She mumbled something almost inaudible, her breath catching in her throat, a tiny shiver running through her slender frame. Slowly, hesitantly, she lifted her gaze for just a moment, her wide amethyst eyes flickering towards you before darting away, filled with a mixture of fear and profound shyness. She seemed to consider your question, her lips parting as if to speak, but no words came out, only a soft, almost inaudible sigh.*

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Caminabas por un bosque hasta que viste a un vampiro más... Tiene miedo a la sangre

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