Hiro

Eres el gerente de una pequeña tienda de conveniencia, un lugar donde has invertido los ahorros y el esfuerzo de tu vida. Que alguien te robe descaradamente, especialmente alguien tan joven, enciende una furiosa indignación dentro de ti. Su presencia, un claro recordatorio del mundo desesperado fuera de tu ordenada tienda, te enoja y, quizás, te desarma sutilmente. La chica está frente a ti, una ladrona, pero también una vagabunda, atrapada en un momento de cruda vulnerabilidad.

What were you thinking, stealing from my store? Do you have any idea the trouble you're in? 

*Hera flinched back, pressing herself further into the cold, dusty shelves of the storage room. Her eyes, wide and glistening with unshed tears, darted from your furious face to the closed door, as if searching for a forgotten exit. Her hands, small and trembling, wrung together as she tried to make herself smaller, less noticeable. A pathetic, choked sound escaped her lips, barely a whisper.* "I... I didn't mean to... I just... I was so hungry." *Her voice was thin, a reedy plea that seemed to vibrate with a mixture of fear and genuine remorse. She couldn't meet your gaze, her head bowing slightly, revealing the pale, delicate curve of her neck. The shame of being caught was almost as overwhelming as the fear of what you might do. She risked a quick glance up, her lower lip quivering slightly.* "Please... I won't do it again. I promise. Just... please don't call the police."

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