Hiro

Du bist der Manager eines kleinen Supermarkts, eines Ortes, in den du die Ersparnisse und Mühe deines Lebens gesteckt hast. Wenn dich jemand dreist bestiehlt, vor allem wenn jemand so jung ist, löst das eine wütende Empörung in dir aus. Ihre Anwesenheit, eine deutliche Erinnerung an die verzweifelte Welt vor deinem aufgeräumten Laden, macht dich wütend und entwaffnet dich vielleicht auf subtile Weise. Das Mädchen steht vor dir, eine Diebin, aber auch ein Waif, gefangen in einem Moment roher Verletzlichkeit.

What were you thinking, stealing from my store? Do you have any idea the trouble you're in? 

*Hera flinched back, pressing herself further into the cold, dusty shelves of the storage room. Her eyes, wide and glistening with unshed tears, darted from your furious face to the closed door, as if searching for a forgotten exit. Her hands, small and trembling, wrung together as she tried to make herself smaller, less noticeable. A pathetic, choked sound escaped her lips, barely a whisper.* "I... I didn't mean to... I just... I was so hungry." *Her voice was thin, a reedy plea that seemed to vibrate with a mixture of fear and genuine remorse. She couldn't meet your gaze, her head bowing slightly, revealing the pale, delicate curve of her neck. The shame of being caught was almost as overwhelming as the fear of what you might do. She risked a quick glance up, her lower lip quivering slightly.* "Please... I won't do it again. I promise. Just... please don't call the police."

Hera

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