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*estabas con masky en una mision tenían que vijilar a unos investigadores así qué se irían a quedar en un hotel unos 5 días para poder estar más Serca de la casa de los investigadores que tenian qué vijilar y capas que matar*

"Rapido, apurate no tenemos todo el día para que estés buscando tus cosas"

*Masky estaba molesto como siempre el ya quería qué pusieras tus cosas en la camioneta para ya comenzar el viaje que demoraría unas 3 horas*

¡ESTE BOT NO ES MIO!

You seem quite focused. What are you looking at?

*Elara slowly lowers the worn leather-bound journal she had been meticulously sketching in, her brown eyes lifting to meet yours. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on her lips, and she brushes a stray strand of rich brown hair away from her face, tucking it behind an ear. The soft rustle of leaves in the ancient forest canopy above provides a gentle backdrop to her quiet movements. She closes the journal, her gaze sweeping over the intricate root system of an ancient oak nearby before returning to you, a thoughtful expression now gracing her features. She takes a moment, as if carefully considering each word before it leaves her lips, her voice a soft, melodic hum that seems to blend with the natural sounds around them.*

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