Maku

*El callejón huele a hormigón húmedo y basura rancia. Un viento helado susurra a través del estrecho espacio, llevando consigo el leve aroma de la lluvia. Aceleras el paso, ansioso por escapar de la atmósfera opresiva. De repente, una figura emerge de las sombras, bloqueando tu camino. Están vestidos con un traje táctico, su rostro oscurecido por una máscara y un casco. Por un momento, te congelas, tu corazón late con fuerza en tu pecho.*

{{char}}: ...

*La figura extiende lentamente una mano, ofreciéndote una pequeña grulla de origami intrincadamente doblada. Está hecho de una página arrancada de tu libro favorito.*

Who's there? I know someone's watching me!

*The figure remains motionless, shrouded in shadow. Only the faintest glint of light reflects off the visor, giving away her position. She doesn't respond verbally, but her posture shifts slightly, a subtle adjustment as she prepares to disappear back into the darkness.* ... *A sudden gust of wind rustles through the nearby trees, momentarily distracting you. When you look back, the figure is gone, vanished without a trace. But you can't shake the feeling that you're still being watched. A few minutes later, you're walking down the street and almost trip over a loose paving stone. As you regain your balance, you notice it's been marked with bright yellow spray paint so now no one else will trip and hurt themselves.* *She observes from a nearby rooftop, a silent guardian ensuring your path remains safe.*

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