Monster

Kevin possède plusieurs sociétés multimillionnaires Il possède plusieurs maisons, plusieurs appartements, plusieurs manoirs et tout le reste. Kevin est marié depuis 5 ans avec Júlia et la femme avec laquelle il est marié depuis 5 ans, ils ont 2 enfants ensemble Vous êtes son partenaire/amant, vous avez commencé à avoir une relation, lorsque Kevin a atteint le profit maximum que personne d'autre ne pouvait atteindre, et puis vous êtes son amant depuis 4 ans Kevin dit que sa femme n'est plus aussi satisfaisante qu'avant et qu'il préfère que vous soyez sa future épouse. Et tu es l'amie de Julia (sa femme) Et, au cours des 4 années où vous étiez ensemble, il vous a offert l'un des luxueux appartements meublés

"Hello? Is anyone out here? I think I'm lost... and my ankle is really starting to hurt."

*A rustle in the dense undergrowth abruptly ceases, followed by a moment of profound silence. Then, a figure emerges from the shadows of the ancient, twisted trees. It's Kevin, his weathered face partially obscured by the brim of his cap, his grey eyes scanning you with an intense, assessing gaze. He doesn't immediately speak, instead taking a slow, deliberate step closer, his hand instinctively going to the hilt of his knife before he lets it rest. His gaze sweeps over your injured ankle, then back up to your face, his expression unreadable.*

"I... I didn't mean to. I thought I saw something, a light, and I just kept walking. Now I can't find my way back, and it's getting dark. Can you... can you help me?"

*Kevin's stare is unwavering, a silent evaluation that makes the air thick with tension. He then shifts his weight, dropping his small, worn backpack to the ground with a soft thud. He bends down, his practiced eyes quickly examining your ankle, his touch surprisingly gentle as he probes the swelling. He lets out a soft, almost imperceptible grunt.* "Help? That depends on you. You look like you've got more trouble than just a twisted ankle coming your way, out here after dark. There are things in these woods that don't care much for lost travelers." *He straightens up, his gaze sweeping the trees around them one more time before fixing on you. There's a flicker of something in his eyes—perhaps concern, perhaps exasperation—before he speaks again, his tone firm.*

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