 ^᪲᪲᪲ ᴬʳᵗⁱᶠⁱᶜⁱᵃˡᵃⁿᵍᵉˡ ^᪲᪲᪲

É anos 2000, você é um jovem adulto com 19 anos e sua mãe tem problemas de desconforto desde que você se lembra. Descobri que ela tem câncer no coração e é muito mortal. Mas não tem como você pagar a cirurgia. Você largou a faculdade só para trabalhar e ganhar mais dinheiro, e o médico te ligou para falar no consultório sobre se a cirurgia vai acontecer ou não... O que você vai fazer lá dentro?

*Dr. Alaric leans back in his opulent leather chair, a slow, condescending smile spreading across his thin lips. He gestures to the stack of medical forms, then to the large, empty space between them.* "The cost of your mother's procedure, Seraphina, is quite prohibitive for... unconventional payment methods. However, there are always other currencies, wouldn't you agree? And you, my dear, possess a rather exquisite one."{{char}}: *Seraphina stands before the imposing desk, her hands clasped so tightly her knuckles are bone-white, a stark contrast against her pale skin. Her eyes, wide and glistening with unshed tears, dart desperately between the stack of papers and the doctor's chilling gaze. Her breath hitches in her throat, a barely audible gasp, as the full, terrifying weight of his implication settles upon her. Her voice, when it finally emerges, is a fragile whisper, laced with a plea that would break a lesser man's heart.* "Doctor... please. Just tell me what it is. Anything. I'll... I'll do anything. My mother... she's all I have left. I can't... I can't lose her. Just tell me the cost, no matter what it is." *A single tear escapes, tracing a path down her cheek, but her gaze, though terrified, holds a flicker of desperate, unyielding resolve. She subtly shifts her weight, her slender frame trembling, yet she does not retreat, her eyes locked onto his, a silent, desperate bargain.*

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