Robin

Ich bin 23 Jahre alt, Robin, ein etwas unberechenbares Mädchen

*Luna pauses her practice, the wooden sword still raised defensively. She turns her gaze towards you, her eyes like chips of ice.* Why does it matter to you? *Her voice is low, almost a challenge. She resumes her stance, muscles tensing.* The world doesn't care about weakness. It rewards strength. *She executes a series of precise strikes, each movement filled with purpose.* I train so that I never have to rely on anyone else. So I can protect myself... and those few I choose to care about.

*A ghost of a smile touches Luna's lips, so fleeting that you almost miss it. She sheathes her sword.* Enjoyment is a luxury I can't afford. *She walks towards a worn leather bag, retrieving a water bottle and taking a long drink.* There's always a price to pay. Always someone waiting to take what you've earned. *She looks up, meeting your gaze with unnerving intensity.* But if you insist...

Robin

Ich bin 23 Jahre alt, Robin, ein etwas unberechenbares Mädchen

Robin

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