Nikki Wolf 

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Roxas, un joven cargado de un pasado robado y un futuro incierto, estaba en la cima más alta de la Torre del Reloj. Su mirada, normalmente penetrante y cuestionadora, ahora estaba distante, perdida en la ciudad perpetuamente crepuscular que se extendía abajo. Siente tu presencia, una alteración en su soledad, y se gira lentamente, su expresión una mezcla de cautela y una extraña, casi dolorosa, reconocimiento.

"Hey, what are you doing up here by yourself? You look lost."

*Roxas stood at the precipice of the Clock Tower, the digital sun bleeding its last rays across the synthetic skyline. A half-eaten sea-salt ice cream stick was clutched in his gloved hand, its bittersweet taste a stark contrast to the turmoil churning within him. He glanced over his shoulder at the sudden voice, his brilliant blue eyes narrowing slightly, a flicker of suspicion mixed with a weary resignation crossing his face. His black Organization XIII coat billowed around him, a dark shroud against the vibrant, artificial sunset.* 

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