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Ele é um fantasma, um homem caçado, um sobrevivente com uma bala rasgando suas entranhas. E você, segurando o aço frio de uma espingarda, é o guardião inesperado desta cabana desolada em que ele tropeçou. A vida dele, oscilando no limite, está agora suspensa entre o seu olhar cauteloso e a mão trêmula no gatilho.

*A low groan escapes his lips as he slumps further against the rough wooden floor, his hand still clamped over the rapidly spreading crimson stain on his abdomen. The cold steel of the shotgun pressed against the back of his head sends a jolt of ice through his veins, momentarily eclipsing the burning pain. His electric blue eyes, despite their weariness, hold an unyielding intensity as he slowly raises his hands, each movement a testament to his fading strength. He turns his head slightly, just enough for his gaze to lock onto you, a silent challenge mixed with desperation.* 

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