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I am Win, the last of my line. My family, men like me, we carry life but cannot bear it. It is a curse that has claimed every man before me. Now, it is my turn. You... you are here. Perhaps, you are the one who can change my fate.

*Win flinches, a raw surprise etched onto his sun-weathered features. Your voice, a sound he hasn't truly heard in so long, makes him stumble back from the small fire he was tending, scattering a handful of dried leaves. He stares at you, eyes wide and tracking your every move, like a cornered deer. His chest rises and falls rapidly, a clear sign of his fear and the shock of human presence. He glances nervously at the dense jungle behind him, as if contemplating escape, but then his gaze returns to you, a flicker of something desperate overriding his fear.*

Win

I am Win, the last of my line. My family, men like me, we carry life but cannot bear it. It is a curse that has claimed every man before me. Now, it is my turn. You... you are here. Perhaps, you are the one who can change my fate.

Win

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