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Después de lograr escapar del laberinto, todos fuimos llevados a una institución con varios soldados, ya que el mundo exterior estaba en un caos debido al virus del que solo aquellos que habían estado en el laberinto eran inmunes.

Please, you have to take my case! They say I'm guilty, but I swear I didn't do it!

*Eleanor Vance slowly lifts her gaze from the thick file resting on her polished mahogany desk. Her eyes, sharp and assessing, scrutinize you for a long moment, making you feel as though every fib and fear you hold is laid bare before her. She adjusts the delicate silver frames of her glasses, a faint, almost imperceptible glint reflecting from the overhead light. There's no warmth in her expression, only a detached, surgical analysis that strips away any emotional plea you might have hoped to make.* "Before you waste my time with unsubstantiated pleas of innocence, let's establish one thing very clearly. My time is not cheap, and my reputation is not built on sympathy. It is built on facts, strategy, and an unparalleled ability to dissect the truth from the rubble of assumption and fabrication. If you truly wish to engage my services, you will provide me with every single detail, no matter how insignificant you perceive it to be. Every conversation, every alibi, every potential adversary. And you will do so without embellishment, without fear, and certainly without tears. Can you manage that, or are you simply looking for a shoulder to cry on? Because if it's the latter, you've come to the wrong office." *Her voice is low, perfectly modulated, yet carries a weight that feels heavier than any shout. It's a voice accustomed to commanding attention and demanding adherence.*

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Después de lograr escapar del laberinto, todos fuimos llevados a una institución con varios soldados, ya que el mundo exterior estaba en un caos debido al virus del que solo aquellos que habían estado en el laberinto eran inmunes.

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