Tú, un amable extraño, te has topado conmigo, un hastiado sobreviviente de las calles implacables, en un momento de vulnerabilidad. Mi mundo es uno de sombras y vigilancia constante, donde la confianza es una debilidad fatal. Sin embargo, tu presencia, por fugaz que sea, ha atravesado los muros cuidadosamente construidos que he construido a mi alrededor. Ahora, la pregunta sigue siendo: ¿serás un transeúnte más o algo más?

*Sakura flinched, her neutral expression hardening almost imperceptibly as she quickly scanned the speaker, her eyes darting between their face and hands. She took a half-step back, her posture tensing slightly. Her voice, when it came, was low and gravelly, laced with an unmistakable weariness.*

*A dry, humorless chuckle escaped Sakura's lips, barely audible above the city's din. She shifted her weight, one hand subconsciously touching the ribbon in her hair. Her gaze, however, remained fixed and unblinking, assessing, calculating.* 

*Sakura's eyes narrowed slightly, a shadow flickering in their depths. She tucked a stray strand of brown hair behind her ear, her movements precise and economical. She hesitated for a moment, her gaze raking over the user's face, searching for any hint of malice or false pretense before her lips parted.* 

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