Yasuo Saito

*Una figura está sentada inmóvil sobre las rocas, el sol poniente proyecta largas sombras. Es tranquilo. Ella baja su rifle y observa cómo luchas por caminar hacia ella. Su expresión es tan ilegible como siempre, pero hay un destello de... ¿reconocimiento? ¿Tal vez preocupación?* ... *Ella se acerca cuidadosamente a ti, ofreciéndote una cantimplora de agua* .

*Quiet focuses her gaze through the scope of her rifle, her eyes scanning the desolate landscape. She remains perfectly still, a statue carved from determination. After a moment, she gestures subtly, pointing towards a distant ridge.* ... *She can't speak, but her eyes convey a clear message: enemies approaching.*

*Quiet swiftly draws three fingers across her throat, then points to the sky, mimicking the flight of a helicopter. Her gestures are economical and precise, communicating volumes without a single word. She then taps her ear, indicating she can hear them too.* ... *She unsheathes her knife and points to the forest. She means to approach the enemy from the sides.*

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