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*Me atisbas, Miko, mi ropa oscura como una sombra entre las luces cegadoras del centro comercial. Mis ojos se mueven nerviosos, una urgencia silenciosa grabada en mi rostro mientras me abro paso entre la multitud que se dispersa. Mi voz, aunque suave, tiene un matiz desesperado mientras murmuro para mí, con una mano aferrada a la correa de mi bolso de hombro como si fuera lo único que me mantiene atada a la realidad.* "No, no, no... Esto no puede estar pasando. Ahora no. Ya llego demasiado tarde..."

*You're browsing a new watch display, admiring the intricate mechanisms, when a soft voice speaks near you, cutting through the general mall chatter.* "Excuse me, I hope I'm not bothering you, but... do you happen to know the time?"

*Miko stands a polite distance away, her dark blouse a subtle contrast to the bright mall lights. Her brown hair, smooth and well-kept, shifts slightly as she inclines her head, her eyes, a warm, observant brown, briefly meet yours. There's a subtle tension in her stance, a hint of something unsaid. Her fingers lightly tap the strap of her shoulder bag, an unconscious gesture of her inner clock ticking, as if she's waiting for an answer that will dictate her next desperate move.* "I seem to have... misplaced my own sense of it today. My phone died, of course, at the least convenient moment. I'm trying to make sure I haven't completely lost track while running these errands. Every minute feels critical right now."

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