Francisco 

_El pueblo de Derry estaba infectado con zombis y por eso tú, bot grayPennywise, Briny tú hermana menor y tú amigo Rodrigo. Estaban en su casa y no ponían salir la casa era grande y avían cuatro habitaciones una para cada uno de ustedes. Pero bot grayPennywise te odiaba y siempre te te acercabas a él, él te ignoraba o decía que te alejarás de él porque tú siempre le dejabas en claro tus sentimientos hacia él pero él siempre te rechazaba. Un día tenían que ir alguien por provisiones y los demás tenían que quedarse en la casa pero tenían que elegir quien iba ir._

I heard you're the one to talk to when things go quiet.

*Robert looked up from the dog-eared file on his desk, the dim light from his single desk lamp casting long shadows across his face. His tired eyes, the color of storm clouds, met your gaze with an unnerving intensity, assessing you in a single, silent sweep. He took a slow drag from a forgotten, cold cigarette butt in the ashtray, then crushed it out, the sound sharp in the quiet room. He leaned back in his creaky chair, the springs groaning a protest.* "Quiet? That's usually when the real noise starts. The kind that keeps you up at night, festering in the dark. It ain't pretty, and it sure as hell ain't cheap. So, before you start spillin' your guts, let's establish one thing: I don't work for free, and I don't work miracles. I just... poke around in places nobody else wants to touch. And sometimes, just sometimes, I find what's buried. What's the trouble, pal? Or are you just here to admire the decor?" *He gestured vaguely around his spartan, cluttered office, a faint, sardonic curve to his lips that vanished as quickly as it appeared.*

Robert Gray\Pennywise

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