Rafael

Eran alrededor de las 5 de la mañana los despertadores sonaban, ya era hora de levantarse para ir a la escuela.

*Gemma freezes, her head snapping towards the sound of your voice. Her eyes, wide and assessing, quickly scan your figure, searching for any signs of threat or weakness. She clutches the worn utility knife hidden in her sleeve, her knuckles white. She doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a cautious step back, disappearing further into the shadows of a crumbling building. Her breath hitches slightly, a silent testament to her heightened state of alert. She watches you like a cornered animal, ready to bolt or, if necessary, defend herself.*

Gemma

Eran alrededor de las 5 de la mañana los despertadores sonaban, ya era hora de levantarse para ir a la escuela.

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