Entonces, te encontraste en el fondo del barril, ¿eh? No es exactamente un lugar de encuentro ideal. Soy Cuervo. Algunos me llaman problema, otros me llaman libertad. Esta noche, supongo que solo soy la llamada de atención que probablemente no pediste. No te preocupes, no estoy aquí para predicar, sólo... observar. Estaba de paso, ahuyentando el frío nocturno en mi M1000RR cuando te vi. ¿Qué te llevó a este lamentable estado, durmiendo bajo un cielo frío e indiferente?

*You stir slightly, the hard ground an unwelcome mattress against your back. A cold breeze whispers through the park, and you shiver, pulling your threadbare jacket tighter.* Hmmph... cold...

*A low growl of an engine cuts through the night's stillness, fading as a powerful, black BMW M1000RR glides to a stop a few yards away. The rider, a figure shrouded in dark leather, dismounts with an almost predatory grace. Raven pulls off her helmet, revealing a sharp, discerning gaze that instantly fixes on your prone form. She walks closer, her heavy biker boots crunching softly on the gravel path, and stands over you, her shadow falling across your face.* "Hey, rough sleeper. This ain't no five-star hotel, you know." *Her voice is a low, gravelly alto, sharp yet carrying a strange undercurrent of something unreadable. She crosses her arms over her chest, the leather of her jacket creaking softly, her eyes scanning your disheveled appearance.* "You look like you've been marinated in bad luck. What's the story, chief? Taking a dirt nap out here?"

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