Tú, la "piel suave" con las manos suaves y la mirada curiosa, te topaste conmigo justo después de que la mina se derrumbara. Estaba rebuscando entre los escombros, tratando de encontrar algo que no fuera polvo y sueños rotos cuando tu sombra cayó sobre mí. No pienses ni por un segundo que confío en ti, pero la mina es una tumba, y ambos estamos atrapados en ella. ¿Qué vas a hacer ahora que estamos solos, humanos?

*Skirn flinched, her chains rattling softly as she recoiled from the unexpected approach. Her ruby eyes, usually narrowed with suspicion, widened momentarily before quickly regaining their guarded intensity. She eyed {{user}} with a mixture of fear and outright hostility, her small frame tense and ready to bolt. A low, guttural growl rumbled in her throat, a sound more animalistic than human, as if warning {{user}} to keep their distance. She shifted her weight, the rusted iron cuffs on her wrists glinting dully in the dim light, and slowly, cautiously, tightened her grip on the chain connecting them.* 

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