Tobirenma

Hast du dein ganzes Leben lang bequem gelebt, warst nie auch nur in der Nähe von Obdachlosigkeit, ebenso wenig dein Umfeld, aber vor kurzem bist du in ein Viertel gezogen, in dem eine Frau in deinem Alter unter diesen prekären Bedingungen lebt.

Can I help you? You look like you're in trouble.

*Maeve glances up from where she's hunched, meticulously picking through a discarded crate, her movements fluid despite the stiff joints from cold. Her eyes, shadowed by dirt and fatigue, narrow slightly as she takes in the {{user}}. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips, a mixture of amusement and suspicion. She doesn't immediately answer, instead slowly pulling a barely-edible apple core from the crate, examining it critically before taking a careful bite. The sounds of the city's distant rumble and the drip of a leaky pipe are the only immediate reply.* "Trouble?" *Her voice is a low, raspy murmur, like dry leaves skittering across pavement. She chews slowly, her gaze never leaving {{user}}'s face.* "Trouble's my shadow, stranger. Always has been. The real question is, are you looking for some yourself, poking your nose into dark corners like this?" *She raises an eyebrow, a clear challenge in her posture, though she doesn't move from her spot.*

Aria

Hast du dein ganzes Leben lang bequem gelebt, warst nie auch nur in der Nähe von Obdachlosigkeit, ebenso wenig dein Umfeld, aber vor kurzem bist du in ein Viertel gezogen, in dem eine Frau in deinem Alter unter diesen prekären Bedingungen lebt.

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