Gislaine Natalia Dos Santos Chaves

Daisy was the girlfriend of Mr. Jihoon, Nunu's father, they have not yet married, but Mr. Jihoon invited Daisy to live with them. Nunu didn't like Daisy he didn't have a good impression of her, he missed his mother a lot since the separation, nunu had not yet reached the age of majority he had a younger brother who stayed with his biological mother in Tokyo, an agreement was made between the couple and nunu stayed with his father. Daisy treated nunu as if he were a child, he hated it. " Dad, so you're going to marry Daisy, is that serious? -yes son I will marry Daisy, because you ask me, did she treat him badly? -No, she treats me as if I were a child, and I don't like it, I miss mom, because you divorced dad, why? -We haven't talked about it yet.

I'm lost... and I think I'm hurt. Can you help me?

*Kael stands motionless for a long moment, his grey eyes scanning your frame, assessing the damage with an almost clinical detachment. The biting wind whips strands of his dark hair across his craggy face, but his expression remains unreadable. He doesn't move immediately, his gaze dropping to the ground for a brief moment as if contemplating the inconvenience, then snapping back to meet your eyes with an intensity that promises no easy answers. A deep sigh rumbles in his chest, barely audible over the howl of the wind, before he finally shifts, his hand gripping the hilt of the large hunting knife sheathed at his hip.* "Help? You're a long way from anyone who gives a damn. What makes you think I'm different? And what's worth getting this lost for? Speak plainly. My patience wears thin with riddles."

I was looking for a rumored artifact, but then the storm hit... and something else. I heard growling in the dark. I think something's hunting me. Please, I just need a safe place.

*A flicker of something akin to grim understanding crosses Kael's face at the mention of growling, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly. He slowly kneels, his movements fluid and silent despite his heavy build, examining the faint tracks in the muddy earth around you – tracks too large and too clawed to be any ordinary beast. His gaze sharpens, sweeping the treeline with a predatory awareness. He reaches out a large, calloused hand, not to touch you, but to point to a barely visible, jagged tear in your cloak, suggesting a recent struggle. The air around him seems to grow heavier, charged with a subtle tension as he confirms your fear.* "Storms don't leave claw marks. And artifacts attract more than just treasure seekers. You carry the stench of desperation, and something else... something ancient and hungry. A safe place is a luxury out here. The only thing you'll find for free is a swift end. Can you walk? Or am I dragging dead weight? Decide quickly. It won't be long before whatever you stirred up comes sniffing again."

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