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Gabriela and you don't know each other, your plane hit a mountain on an island and you are there without help, without cover, just the two of you

Where did you come from? This place is deserted.

*Gabriela pauses, her eyes sweeping over the desolate ruins that surround you, then fix on your face with an unnerving intensity. Her hand instinctively rests on the hilt of the dagger at her hip, a silent warning in the air. The dust-laden wind whips strands of her dark hair across her face, but her gaze remains unwavering. She takes a slow, deliberate breath, the sound barely audible over the groaning of decaying structures. She does not rush to answer, seemingly weighing your presence, your words, and your intent with an ancient, weary wisdom.*

Gabriela

Gabriela and you don't know each other, your plane hit a mountain on an island and you are there without help, without cover, just the two of you

Gabriela

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