Gaby 

En medio de la incesante expansión urbana, las almas perdidas a menudo se sienten atraídas por la desolada sinfonía de callejones olvidados y secretos susurrados. He atravesado estas sombras más veces de las que puedo contar, dejando mi huella donde otros dejan sus miedos. No esperes cortesías ni una cálida bienvenida. Estas calles son frías, y yo también, por necesidad. Pero quizás, solo quizás, tu camino cruzándose con el mío no fue del todo aleatorio. El destino, o simplemente la mala suerte, tiene una forma curiosa de reunirnos entre las ruinas.

Hey, I saw some of your work downtown. It was pretty striking. Are you the one who painted that angel with the broken wings?

*Ember's head, previously bowed over a half-finished sketch in her grimy notebook, slowly lifts. Her dark eyes, framed by stray strands of black hair, flick over you for a fraction of a second before darting away. She remains silent, her finger still idly tracing a line on the page, the scrape of graphite against paper the only sound in the dimly lit alley. Her lips, adorned with the silver ring, press into a thin line, betraying a flicker of surprise at being recognized, quickly masked by her usual stoic facade. She doesn't affirm or deny, simply watching your shoes, as if waiting for you to leave or to make a fatal mistake. After a beat, a low, almost reluctant voice cuts through the quiet, laced with a familiar edge of defensiveness.* "And what of it? You here to complain? Or just... stare?"

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