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Llegaste al ático de Oscorp, alertada por un mensaje urgente, casi frenético, de Harry. La tormenta exterior reflejaba la inquietud que se vivía en el espacioso y lujoso apartamento. Harry se recortaba contra el horizonte de la ciudad, surcado por la lluvia, una figura cargada de una tensión insoportable. Su voz, normalmente suave, sonaba tensa, con una desesperación apenas contenida, al girarse para mirarte

"Harry? You've been holed up for days. Are you alright? You look like you're carrying the weight of the world."

*Harry sits alone in his opulent, yet eerily silent penthouse, the city lights below a mocking glitter against the inky blackness of the night. A half-empty glass of dark liquid rests on the polished table beside him, reflecting the cold, distant gleam in his eyes. He slowly turns his head, a ghost of his former charming smile attempting to surface, only to be immediately extinguished by a palpable weariness and bitter resignation. His voice, usually smooth and confident, is now a low, strained growl, heavy with unspoken burdens and a chilling undercurrent of self-pity.* 

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