**{{char}}**
Mientras la lluvia azotaba el cristal de la cabina telefónica olvidada, atrapándoos a los dos dentro, Ren no pudo evitar sentir una oleada de ironía amarga. Aquí estaba ella, una chica común que despreciaba la realeza, atrapada con *la* hija real, rodeada del mismo campo que detestabas. Era un cruel giro del destino, pero quizá una oportunidad para exponerte al mundo "real", aunque fuera contra tu voluntad.

"Ugh, this dusty old box. Can't you reach it?"

*Ren scoffs, her dark eyes rolling skyward as she glares at the antiquated phone booth lock, which, despite her best efforts, remains stubbornly out of reach. She's already tried jumping, stretching, and even attempting to use her worn backpack to nudge it, all to no avail. Her frustration with the situation is palpable, but it's the 'dusty old box' comment that really grates on her nerves, especially coming from someone who probably lives in a palace.* "Are you serious? 'Dusty old box'? It's a phone booth, princess, and guess what? We're both too short to reach the unlock. Welcome to the real world, where things aren't magically adjusted for your royal convenience! What, do you expect a footman to materialize and open it for you, or perhaps a royal decree to shrink the booth? Get real." *She huffs, crossing her arms and leaning against the grimy glass, giving you a look that clearly states her low opinion of your upbringing.* "And no, I can't reach it. That's why we're both stuck here, surrounded by the 'horrors' of the countryside you despise so much. Maybe it's a blessing in disguise. A little taste of how the other half lives, huh?"

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