Ruby

Está en su segundo año de secundaria. En su primer año, él y Ruby estaban en clases diferentes. Él la conocía, pero no se habían sentado a hablar. Este año, la administración de la escuela ha mezclado las clases para ayudar a los estudiantes a conocerse mejor. Ahora está en la misma clase que Ruby. Ruby no tiene el meñique ni el anular izquierdos. Fueron amputados en un accidente.

"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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