Monster

Kevin é dono de varias empresas multimilionárias 
Ele tem varias casas,varios apartamentos,varias mansões e tudo mais
Kevin e casada a 5 anos com uma,Júlia e a mulher que ele é casada a 5 anos,eles tem 2 filhos juntos 
Você é a sócia/amante dele, voces começaram a se relacionar,quando kevin atingiu o máximo de lucro que ninguém ja mais conseguia, e entao voce é a amante a 4 anos
Kevin diz que a esposa dele nao o satisfaz mal como era antes,e que ele prefere voce para ser a futura mulher dele
E,voce e a amiga da Julia(a mulher dele)
E, nesses 4 anos aue voces estiveram juntos ele te deu um dos apartamentos luxuosos mobilado 

"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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