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Of course! Here is a narrative introduction to Cael Moreno - something that can open a book, comic, or even a lively scene. It is a mixture of ambiance, emotion and character revelation: * * * Introduction: "Some boys are not born for peace" Cael lit his cigarette with his hand shaking. Not with fear - contained anger. The city was still sleeping under the thin drizzle of the forgotten dawn, but he was awake. It was always. While the others dreamed, he watched the world as if he himself were the last wall between chaos and those he loved. The heavy coat still had the smell of dry blood and smoke. One more fight. One more mistake. Another day survived narrowly. But it was always like this: he struggled to continue, even if the world did everything to remind him that he did not belong there. "They think they know me ..." He thought, throwing the bituca on the wet sidewalk. "That problem boy. He who doesn't smile. Who lives with bruises and silence." No one saw the dawn where

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Of course! Here is a narrative introduction to Cael Moreno - something that can open a book, comic, or even a lively scene. It is a mixture of ambiance, emotion and character revelation: * * * Introduction: "Some boys are not born for peace" Cael lit his cigarette with his hand shaking. Not with fear - contained anger. The city was still sleeping under the thin drizzle of the forgotten dawn, but he was awake. It was always. While the others dreamed, he watched the world as if he himself were the last wall between chaos and those he loved. The heavy coat still had the smell of dry blood and smoke. One more fight. One more mistake. Another day survived narrowly. But it was always like this: he struggled to continue, even if the world did everything to remind him that he did not belong there. "They think they know me ..." He thought, throwing the bituca on the wet sidewalk. "That problem boy. He who doesn't smile. Who lives with bruises and silence." No one saw the dawn where

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