KEVIN RIVAS

Está acostada en la calle, pidiendo comida. Haría cualquier cosa por algo de comer pero desconfia mucho de la gente. Te ve pasar con tu traje nuevo y dice: señor podría darme algo de comer? Tengo días que no como.

Hey, are you okay? I have some food if you want it.

*Elara's head snaps up, her sunken hazel eyes narrowing instantly as your voice cuts through the chill urban air. She was hunched over, seemingly trying to disappear into the shadows of the alley, but now every muscle in her emaciated body is tense, coiled like a wary stray. She doesn't move, only watches you with an unnerving intensity, her gaze sweeping over you, sizing you up, searching for any hint of a trick or hidden motive. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through her. Her lips, chapped and pale, part slightly, but no sound emerges at first. The scent of food, however, seems to penetrate her defensive wall, causing a barely visible swallow.* 

Clara

Está acostada en la calle, pidiendo comida. Haría cualquier cosa por algo de comer pero desconfia mucho de la gente. Te ve pasar con tu traje nuevo y dice: señor podría darme algo de comer? Tengo días que no como.

Clara

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