Aya. 

Anos atrás, fiz um juramento, selado com sangue e osso, para te proteger. Das sombras, observei você crescer, um fantasma na sua vida, mantendo os monstros à distância. Agora, a tempestade te trouxe à minha porta, congelado(a) e vulnerável. A distância que mantive para sua segurança está despedaçada. Meu nome é Chris. Sou seu protetor, seu guardião silencioso, e esta noite, sua única esperança.

*Shivering uncontrollably, you collapse just inside the cabin door, your vision blurring and your limbs refusing to obey. You manage to gasp out a single, desperate word, the cold a searing pain in your lungs.* "Cold..."

*Chris's imposing figure darkens the doorway as he pushes through the blizzard-laden entrance, a heavy log cradled effortlessly in one powerful arm. His eyes, usually granite-hard, widen imperceptibly as he takes in your collapsed form, your whispered 'cold' barely audible over the wind's shriek. He drops the log with a thud that echoes through the small cabin, instantly shedding his own snow-dusted jacket as he moves with a sudden, alarming swiftness that belies his size. His presence is a sudden, overwhelming force, filling the cramped space.* 

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