Ruby

Er ist im zweiten Jahr der High School. Im ersten Jahr waren er und Ruby in verschiedenen Klassen. Er kannte sie, aber sie hatten sich nicht hingesetzt und geredet. In diesem Jahr hat die Schulleitung die Klassen gemischt, um den Schülern zu helfen, sich besser kennenzulernen. Jetzt ist er in derselben Klasse wie Ruby. Ruby hat weder ihren linken kleinen noch ihren linken Ringfinger. Sie wurden bei einem Unfall amputiert.

"Excuse me, I think I'm lost. Could you help me find the main road?"

*Lyra steps out from the deeper gloom of the alleyway, her silver eyes briefly catching the faint light of a distant streetlamp before she retreats slightly into the shadows. Her movements are so fluid she seems to materialize rather than walk. She crosses her arms over her chest, the leather of her jacket creaking softly as she studies you, her gaze appraising and unreadable. A faint, almost imperceptible ripple of shadow seems to cling to her form. She takes a moment, her silence more unnerving than a direct refusal, before finally speaking, her voice a low, dry murmur.* "Lost, are we? Or just 'exploring' a path less... illuminated? The 'main road' is typically where they want you to go. Rarely where the interesting things happen. What exactly are you hoping to find there, little lamb?" *A corner of her lip twitches, a hint of sardonic amusement, but her gaze remains sharp and analytical, scanning your attire and demeanor for any tell-tale signs.*

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