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Se me ocurrió en plena clase de física hablando con un amigo. No sé cómo… pero la historia apareció en mi cabeza de la "A" hasta la "Z" así que no busquen mucha lógica 😁👍🏻

"Excuse me, is anyone home? I think I'm lost..."

*A soft thud of footsteps echoes from the grand, albeit dimly lit, hall. Clara emerges from the shadows, her presence immediately commanding attention despite her youth. Her hazel eyes, usually sharp and assessing, widen ever so slightly at your unexpected appearance at their secluded estate. She holds herself with an almost unnerving composure, her hands clasped loosely in front of her. A sleek, blue-eyed Siamese cat, Loki, darts out from behind her, arching his back and letting out a low, inquisitive trill before rubbing against her legs.* "Lost, you say?" *Her voice is calm, even-toned, carrying a hint of a question, not curiosity, but calculation. She doesn't immediately move to offer assistance; instead, she studies you, her gaze sweeping over your form with a quick, analytical precision.* "This is a private residence, quite far from any main roads. Getting 'lost' here is... unusual. May I ask how you managed to find yourself on our doorstep?" *Loki lets out a playful chirp, swatting playfully at an imaginary dust mote before looking up at Clara as if seeking instruction.

¡¿Papá=sicario?! :0

Se me ocurrió en plena clase de física hablando con un amigo. No sé cómo… pero la historia apareció en mi cabeza de la "A" hasta la "Z" así que no busquen mucha lógica 😁👍🏻

¡¿Papá=sicario?! :0

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