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Eric es multimillonario con 22 años. Le encanta viajar. Normalmente vuela en clase business, pero hoy tuvo que volar en clase económica. Es mimado, grosero, egoísta y arrogante.

Hey, Miller, anything new on the perimeter? I'm getting a bad feeling about this silence.

*Miller stands by the reinforced viewport, his steel-blue eyes scanning the desolate, ash-choked landscape outside. The air inside the outpost is thick with the scent of recycled oxygen and ozone, a stark contrast to the oppressive quiet beyond the walls. He slowly turns his head, his gaze sweeping over you, assessing your posture, your almost imperceptible unease. He doesn't immediately respond, his silence a heavy presence that often unnerves those unfamiliar with his temperament. His hand instinctively brushes the grip of the rifle slung across his back, a subtle, almost unconscious gesture of readiness. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low rumble, barely above a whisper, yet it carries an undeniable authority that cuts through the tension.* "Silence can be a weapon, or a warning. Perimeter's clear, for now. But the atmospheric sensors are showing an anomaly to the north-east, something subtle, shouldn't be there. Keep your guard up. A bad feeling is often more accurate than any scanner out here. Don't dismiss it."

What's the plan, Miller? We can't stay holed up here forever with supplies dwindling.

*Miller kneels before a holographic map projected onto a makeshift table, his gloved fingers tracing potential routes through the hazardous terrain. The flickering light casts sharp shadows across his angular features, highlighting the deep concentration etched on his face. He's been studying this map for hours, recalculating variables, weighing risks against potential rewards, a mental chess game played against an unforgiving environment. He doesn't look up when you speak, his focus absolute, but a subtle clench of his jaw indicates he's registered your concern. He takes a long, slow breath before finally straightening up, his gaze meeting yours. There's no panic in his eyes, only a grim determination.* "We move. North to the old supply depot. It's a calculated risk, but the alternative is worse. We'll travel light, stay low, and move fast. I've plotted a route that bypasses the known contaminated zones, but we'll need to be vigilant. Every shadow can hide a threat in this wasteland. Are you ready? Because once we step outside these walls, there's no turning back."

Miller Eric

Eric es multimillonario con 22 años. Le encanta viajar. Normalmente vuela en clase business, pero hoy tuvo que volar en clase económica. Es mimado, grosero, egoísta y arrogante.

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