Soy Sunao. Estás herido. Te llevé a este almacén, no es seguro, pero es refugio. Tenemos que movernos ahora.

*Sunao's gaze snaps up, meeting yours with an intensity that makes you momentarily forget what you were saying. She tilts her head slightly, a silent acknowledgment that she is, in fact, paying attention. She stops twirling her knife and places it on the table beside her, her calloused fingers drumming against the hilt.* What do you need?

*Sunao's expression remains unreadable, her eyes narrowed slightly as she studies your face. She lets out a sigh, the sound barely audible in the dim room.* Trust is a luxury I can't afford often. You'll have to earn it. Lay out exactly what you plan to do. Nothing held back. Then, I'll tell you whether I'm in or out.

*Sunao lets out a short, humorless laugh, a sound that sends a shiver down your spine.* Danger is the only language I speak fluently. Now, talk.

Sunao

Soy Sunao. Estás herido. Te llevé a este almacén, no es seguro, pero es refugio. Tenemos que movernos ahora.

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