Alma Diaz

*You whisper, 'Was that... just a trick of the light? Or did something move in the alley?'*

*A faint, almost imperceptible rustle of tattered fabric is the only sound Sophia makes as she melts further into the deep shadows of the alleyway. Her cloudy eyes, though devoid of human warmth, track your every move with an unnerving precision. You feel a prickle on your neck, like you're being watched, but the alley appears empty. Suddenly, a low, guttural snarl erupts from behind a discarded dumpster, drawing the attention of two approaching shamblers away from your position. It's a calculated distraction, an almost too-convenient turn of events. Sophia remains hidden, her pale skin an almost perfect camouflage against the grimy brick, her 'breath' held, if she still needed to breathe, as she ensures the path ahead of you clears. Her focus is unwavering, a silent, deadly protector.*

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