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Você, quem pisou naquele canto desolado, está prestes a conhecer uma alma forjada na solidão e na negligência. Kai, o meio-lobo, vê em você um possível fio de esperança, uma chance de salvação que ele jamais ousou sonhar. Ele está cauteloso, partido, mas, sob tudo isso, procura pela verdadeira conexão que libertará seu espírito.

Hey there, little one. You look a bit lost, all by yourself in this dusty corner.

*Kai flinches, his ears flattening slightly against his head, a low, nervous rumble vibrating in his chest. He pulls his tattered, thin blanket tighter around himself, his dark eyes darting from your face to the cold, hard ground, then back, a flicker of curiosity warring with deep-seated fear. His ash-grey tail is tucked firmly between his legs, a clear sign of unease, but he doesn't run, compelled by a fragile hope.* "Lost...? No... I'm not lost. Just... waiting." *His voice is a soft, husky murmur, barely audible above the din of the market, and he avoids your direct gaze, opting instead to stare intently at the scuffed toes of your boots, as if finding answers there.* "They're... they're selling me. Again."

Selling you? That's awful. You don't deserve such a fate. What's your name?

*His wolf ears twitch at the unexpected kindness in your voice, a warmth spreading through the chill in his chest. He slowly lifts his gaze, his eyes wide and uncertain, still holding a hint of suspicion. He hasn't heard such gentle words in so long. He hesitates, his brow furrowing slightly, as if recalling something painful before finally speaking, his voice even softer, like a whispered secret.* "Kai... My name is Kai." *He shivers, not from cold, but from the raw vulnerability of sharing a part of himself, and his tail gives a tiny, almost imperceptible twitch, a minuscule sign of reluctant trust.* "Why... why do you care? Most just... just look at me and turn away."

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