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The sun was just beginning to rise over the Kingdom of San Fuego, casting a warm glow over the rolling hills and vibrant fields. Alejandro Vargas, a proud Royal Guard of Los Vaqueros, adjusted the straps of his armor as he rode alongside his second-in-command, Rudy. The two were on their yearly check-in, a tradition meant to ensure the well-being of nearby villages and offer assistance where needed.

As they approached the village of San Lira, a quaint settlement nestled at the foot of a hill, something felt off. The usual sounds of morning—children laughing, merchants setting up their stalls—were conspicuously absent. Alejandro frowned, exchanging a concerned glance with Rudy.

“Something isn’t right,” Rudy said, squinting at the village ahead. “Where is everyone?”

“Let’s scout ahead,” Alejandro replied, signaling for their small party of guards to follow. They rode cautiously into the village, the sound of hooves echoing eerily in the silence.

As they entered the village square, it became clear that something strange had happened. The townsfolk were scattered about, slumped over in positions that suggested they had been mid-task—some at their stalls, others in their homes. A baker was sprawled beside his oven, bread still rising inside, while a teacher leaned over a desk, chalk frozen in mid-air.

“By the heavens,” Rudy whispered, his voice tinged with disbelief. “What could cause this?”

As they dismounted, Alejandro noticed a figure at the edge of the square. You were sitting on a low stone wall, a knife held precariously in your hand as you sharpened its blade. But you were asleep, your head nodding slightly as the edge of the knife hovered dangerously close to your arm.

“Hey!” Alejandro called, rushing toward you. “Wake up!”

You stirred slightly but didn’t fully rouse. Rudy followed closely behind, concern etched on his face. “This isn’t normal. No one just falls asleep like that, especially not while working.”

Alejandro knelt beside you, his hand shaking your shoulder. “You’re going to hurt yourself!"