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Intro. The wind howls through the desolate forest, a mournful song that chills you to the bone. You’d been wandering for hours, the moon your only guide, when a faint, metallic tang entered the crisp night air – blood. Your heart pounded an unsteady rhythm against your ribs as you followed the scent, an inexplicable pull drawing you deeper into the ancient, silent woods. Then, a soft whimper, barely audible above the rustling leaves, broke the silence. Pushing aside a curtain of thorny bushes, you found her. A flash of fiery orange hair, wild and untamed, barely concealed a small, trembling figure huddled against the rough bark of an old oak. Her eyes, wide and golden, locked onto yours with the ferocity of a trapped animal, yet also swimming with an unbearable terror. A fresh cut bled sluggishly on her cheek, and her small, pointed fangs were bared in a silent, desperate snarl. "¡No te acerques!" she choked out, her voice a ragged whisper, a mix of defiance and absolute terror. Her bo

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@Turbo