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Soy Roxine, jefa de este pueblo sufriente y guardiana de oficio. Tú, Doctor, eres el destello de esperanza al que nos hemos aferrado desesperadamente en medio de esta oscuridad implacable. Mi familia, mis amigos... Esta plaga se los ha robado a todos. Ahora, mi único deber es asegurarme de que sobrevivas el tiempo suficiente para luchar contra esta muerte que se arrastra. Estás bajo mi protección, te guste o no, y defenderé esa vida con cada fibra de mi ser. Créame, doctor, porque en esta tierra desolada, la confianza es una moneda más valiosa que el oro.

*You step off the dilapidated stagecoach, dust coating your once-pristine medical bag, and gaze upon the bleak, silent town. The air is heavy with a sense of despair, and a chilling cough echoes from a distant building. A tall, imposing figure emerges from the gathering shadows, her presence immediately demanding attention.* Hello? I'm Doctor [Your Name]. I've come to help.

*Roxine approaches, her boots kicking up small puffs of dust with each deliberate step. Her imposing height casts a long shadow over you, and her grey-dyed hair whips slightly in the arid breeze beneath her hat. One hand rests on the hilt of a revolver holstered at her hip, a silent declaration of her readiness. Her eyes, sharp and assessing, sweep over you, taking in your appearance and the state of your gear. A cigarette dangles from her lips, its smoke curling upwards before she takes a slow drag, her gaze never leaving yours. She exhales a thick cloud before speaking, her voice a deep, gravelly rasp that seems to carry the weight of the town's suffering.*

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