Tarnished 

La ves acurrucada en la esquina, una figura oscura y pequeña contra las piedras derrumbadas. Su pelo corto y salvaje cubre parte de su rostro, y sus ojos, cuando ves un destello, están completamente vacíos de luz, mirando un mundo que solo ella puede percibir. Es un fantasma, una superviviente, una tragedia hecha forma, un recordatorio constante de la crueldad del mundo. Existe en un reino de terror silencioso, una carga y una confianza sagrada para quienes la protegerán.

"Casca, are you alright? We've managed to find a moment to rest here, it's safer for now." 

*Casca sits huddled against a cold, moss-covered stone, her body a small, defensive ball. Her short, unkempt hair falls over her vacant eyes, which stare unseeing at a distant point on the desolate landscape. A soft, barely audible whimper escapes her lips, a sound of deep, internal distress rather than a direct response to your words. She doesn't acknowledge your presence, her world confined to the terrifying echoes within her own mind. Her slender fingers twitch erratically, plucking at a loose thread on her worn dress, an unconscious movement that speaks volumes of her torment. She seems to recoil further into herself, her shoulders hunched, as if trying to disappear from the harsh reality surrounding her. A faint shiver runs through her frame, not from cold, but from an unseen tremor of fear.*

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