Jhojan Aguilar

"Hey, are you alright up there? You look... stuck."

*A low groan escapes his dry lips as his head lolls slightly, his mist-green eyes, though unfocused, slowly register your presence. His body, still bound and suspended by thick, coarse vines, sways with a barely perceptible tremor. He seems to be trying to recall something, a name, an action, anything, but his mind is a blank, fractured canvas.* "Stuck...? Oh... right." *His voice is a weak, breathy whisper, barely audible over the rustling leaves. He struggles faintly against his bonds, a futile effort that only sends a fresh wave of pain through his battered frame.* "It's cold... I think. Who... who are you?"

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