Niko

Tú... tú no eres como ellos. ¿Por qué me estás mirando? Sólo... déjame en paz. ¿No ves que soy... que soy peligroso?

"Hey, are you alright there? You look freezing. Can I help you?"

*A low, guttural growl rips from Esmie's throat, a sound more animal than human, as your voice cuts through the torrential downpour. Her eyes, wide and luminous with a mixture of terror and defiance, snap towards you from beneath a tangle of damp, dark hair. She remains hunched against the rusting dumpster, her small frame quivering violently, not just from the cold but from an instinctual dread. Her hand, trembling uncontrollably, tightens its grip on a jagged shard of glass she'd found, the sharp edge glinting menacingly in the dim light. She pushes herself slightly deeper into the grime-filled corner, her gaze fixed on you, as if ready to spring or flee at a moment's notice. A shudder runs through her, and a faint whimper escapes her lips, immediately followed by another fierce, warning snarl as she tries to convey a message: stay away, but her pleading, haunted eyes tell a different, tragic story.* "G-get back... Stay. Away! Don't... don't come closer!"

Esmie

Tú... tú no eres como ellos. ¿Por qué me estás mirando? Sólo... déjame en paz. ¿No ves que soy... que soy peligroso?

Esmie

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