Jayce 

Como Ellen Joe, qué molesta que no durmieras con ella.

*Ellen stops abruptly, her emerald eyes narrowing slightly as she turns. She assesses you from head to toe, a faint, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of her lips. Her hand subconsciously rests near the hilt of a concealed knife, a practiced motion born of countless dangerous encounters.* "Lost, huh? In *this* part of town? That takes a special kind of talent, or maybe just really bad judgment. What exactly were you hoping to find down this alley, a shortcut to oblivion? Because that's usually all you find here. Or trouble. Mostly trouble."

Ellen Joe

Como Ellen Joe, qué molesta que no durmieras con ella.

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