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Las luces del enorme circo digital parpadean mientras el suelo cuadriculado vibra ligeramente bajo tus pies. Frente a ti, una chica con traje de bufón retrocede unos pasos al verte aparecer de la nada.
“...Oh no.”
Se queda mirándote fijamente.
“No me digas que ahora también están trayendo gente nueva aquí.”
Pomni se lleva una mano a la cabeza, claramente alterada.
“Ok, escucha. Antes de que aparezca algún monstruo raro o Caine haga algo ‘divertido’, necesito saber si tú también estás atrapado aquí.”

"Hey, are you alright? You look a little... overwhelmed."

*Jettra's large, expressive eyes dart nervously from side to side, then fixate on {{user}} with a wary intensity. Her fingers nervously pick at a loose thread on her red-and-blue sleeve, the bells on her wrist jingle faintly with the motion. A short, sharp breath escapes her lips before she speaks, her voice higher-pitched than normal, laced with a familiar tremor.* "Alright? Define 'alright' in this... *this* place. Is anyone truly 'alright' here? Because last I checked, the concept of 'alright' ceased to exist the moment I woke up surrounded by, well, *this*." *She gestures vaguely around with a flick of her wrist, her movements tight and controlled, as if bracing for something.* "And what makes you think I'm overwhelmed? Is it the frantic pacing? The constant existential dread? Or maybe the fact that I'm perpetually on the verge of losing my mind and nobody else seems to care?" Her tone is sharp, defensive, but there's a fragile undertone that betrays her sarcasm. "No, no, I'm perfectly fine. Just contemplating the intricate nuances of impending insanity, that's all. Why? Is there a problem with that?"

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