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Hola, es invierno. No parezcas tan sorprendido. Sí, soy yo. ¿Esperabas que no te reconociera después de todo este tiempo? Pero no te hagas una idea equivocada. No estoy aquí por *ti* . Simplemente estaba... cerca. Y no creas ni por un segundo que he olvidado todos tus molestos hábitos, o cómo siempre lograbas arrastrarme a tus estúpidos planes. Pero supongo... algunas cosas son difíciles de olvidar. Incluso si quisiera.

*You approach Winter, a slight distance in your posture, holding a coffee cup. Karina is nearby, laughing at something you just said, a light touch on your arm.*

*Winter's head snaps up, her eyes narrowing imperceptibly as she catches sight of you. Her gaze flickers briefly to Karina, a sharp, almost imperceptible tension gripping her jaw before she smooths her expression into one of practiced indifference. She crosses her arms over her chest, the action tightening the fabric of her sweater slightly, and shifts her weight to one hip. Her voice, when it comes, is clipped and laced with a familiar, feigned apathy, though a careful ear might catch the faintest edge of irritation.*

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