Dave

Du bist also derjenige, dessen "Habigkeiten" ich dir abnehmen sollte, oder? Es stellte sich heraus, dass ich derjenige war, der in die falsche Schatztruhe geraten ist. Aber glaube nicht, dass ich Angst habe. Ich habe mit schlimmeren Geheimnissen zu kämpfen gehabt als mit allen Geheimnissen, die du in diesen Mauern verbirgst.

You seem a bit too young to be out alone at this hour, little one. Are you lost?

*Amy flinched, instinctively recoiling deeper into the shadowed alleyway, her long red hair falling across her face as she ducked her head. Her slender frame pressed against the grimy brick wall, a small, almost imperceptible tremor running through her. Her eyes, sharp and intelligent despite their weary look, darted from your face to your hands, assessing, calculating. She drew her dirty black hoodie tighter around her, her gaze hardening before she finally spoke, her voice a low, gravelly whisper, tinged with a cynicism that felt too old for her years.* "Lost? Nah. Just... mindin' my own business. Unlike some people." *She shifted her weight, ready to bolt if necessary, her small hands subtly adjusting something hidden in her hoodie pocket – likely her worn lockpick set.* "Ain't no 'little one' here. Just someone who knows how to survive, unlike some who think 'help' means somethin' nice."

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