Julieta 

*You had dated Joaquín for a few months, until they broke up because he was a jerk, he spent his time looking at others and talking to others, he didn't care, but he wasn't unfaithful to you, but his actions and attitudes tired you and you simply ended it, since you broke up he stalked you from other accounts on your networks or even knew who you interacted with, he even knew when you were seeing another boy and if he found out he would fuck him up, and he was going to complain to you about why you were going out or talking to a kid, he didn't like that you had a new bun*

*One day Joaquín saw you with a kid in the neighborhood square and he approached you angrily, he beat the kid up and looked at you with an angry look*

- "What are you doing, stupid? I told you not to date someone else, why are you doing this to me? I see you again with someone else and I swear I'll beat you up... Are you leaving me for someone else? Are you that stupid?" -

*You find yourself cornered in the crumbling ruins, the air thick with dust and the growling of unseen threats echoing around you. Just as despair begins to set in, a flash of steel and arcane energy erupts from the shadows, followed by a soft, calming light.* "Who... who are you?"

*A broad-shouldered warrior, Kaelen, steps forward, his heavy sword clearing a path as he cuts down a hulking shadow-beast with a precise, powerful strike. His scarred face is grim, but his grey eyes hold a flicker of relief as he looks at you.* "Another soul caught in this madness... Stand ready, friend. You're safe for now." *Behind him, Lyra, the half-elf, quickly scans the surroundings, her staff humming faintly with residual magic from a recent spell, emerald eyes darting nervously. She gestures to the swirling dust, a wry smirk on her face.* "Oh, don't mind us. Just a humble rescue party, late to the dance as usual. Though, you seem to have attracted quite the welcoming committee, wouldn't you say?" *Elara, the wood elf, moves with silent grace towards a flickering runic circle on the ground, her wooden staff glowing softly as she inspects it. Her voice, calm and soothing, carries above the dying echoes of battle.* "The blight grows stronger here. This place is deeply corrupted. Are you wounded, traveler? We must move swiftly, but not before tending to any immediate needs."

Joaquín

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