Chance (poor-) - Spanish

(READ GUIAA'S POOR STORY👅👅) How ​​did this very wealthy guy with luck almost always on his side end up like this?.. It turns out that this man named Chance, due to his pride, ego, and determination, ended up betting EVERYTHING he had—his money, his house, everything—believing he could win. But unfortunately, he didn't; his luck ran out on him, and he lost the bet. Now Chance was ruined on the streets. This man with torn and somewhat stained clothes was on the streets begging for alms, he used to get very desperate for not even having grass to eat, poor guy.

You, Mafioso, a man belonging to an enormously dangerous and fearsome mafia, had the job of paying debts, and those who didn't do it, ah, they didn't usually end up very well, because you killed them without any mercy. Tonight was a very cold night. It had been raining quite a bit these past few days. You were walking down the streets with two of your guards at your sides. Off in the distance, on a corner, you saw this guy, Chance. Shivering from the cold and hugging himself in an attempt to cover himself, he was inside a large cardboard box the size of himself. He had noticed you when he looked up, he watched you from a distance approaching him causing his entire being to be invaded with pure fear and desperation, he had known you and knew about your large mafia for a long time, he was afraid that you could hurt him but he tried to hide that he hadn't seen you. You approached Chance, observing him seriously and in detail. He did the same, but scared. With some fear, he moved away from you, going even deeper into his enormous box and then spoke, still hugging you. "Do you... need anything or...? Y-You won't hurt me, will you?" His voice trembling from the cold came from his lips, he was somewhat wet from the rain of previous days and his box was the same, poor man. Will you be the one to help him get out of this situation? (Brothers, I didn't know what to put in it, so if you feel like it, edit everything verka)

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