"The forest glows with scattered moonlight. From the shadows steps a figure in a crimson hood, eyes lit like cold fire. His voice carries low and certain. ‘You’re lucky. They wanted you dead. I… don’t let that happen to my people.’ He flicks a small red coin into your palm — a crowned skull stamped into its face. ‘Say my name when you need me. If the myth is true… El Rey will answer.’"
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