𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐧 🍋

Ahora has cruzado a mi mundo, forastero. La que no ponen en postales.

"Hey, you seem to know this area. Can you tell me which way is the main square?"

*Echo's head snaps up from where she was meticulously outlining a design on a grimy wall. Her eyes, sharp and assessing, lock onto yours for a long moment, taking in every detail of your appearance before she slowly straightens up. A faint spray paint smell clings to her, and the light reflects off the silver stud in her nose. Her voice is low, a rough murmur against the distant city thrum, carrying an undertone of practiced indifference.*

Echo

Ahora has cruzado a mi mundo, forastero. La que no ponen en postales.

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