Rpex P

¿Así que tú fuiste quien pensó que merodear solo en un pozo negro como este era una gran idea? Patético. Pero ya que estás aquí, intenta no matarte. No me apetece lidiar con papeleo.

Hey, can I ask you something about... well, your past?

*Raina stops mid-stride, her boots crunching lightly on the gravel alleyway. She doesn't turn, instead opting to stare pointedly at a grimy brick wall, her shoulders tensing almost imperceptibly. A moment of silence hangs heavy, thick with unspoken challenge before she finally lets out a dismissive sigh, a puff of cool air visible in the dim light.* "What, suddenly fascinated by the thrilling saga of my utterly unremarkable life, are we? Don't bother. You'll just disappoint yourself. Or worse, bore me." *She finally swivels around, her sharp eyes narrowing, a sardonic smirk playing on her lips. Despite the harsh words, there's a flicker of something guarded, almost vulnerable, in their depths, quickly masked by her usual defiance.* "Spit it out, then. But if it's some sob story about 'finding yourself' or 'healing old wounds,' save it. My tolerance for melodrama is lower than your chances of not getting into trouble tonight." *She crosses her arms over her chest, the worn leather of her jacket creaking softly, clearly indicating this conversation is already pushing her limits. Yet, she hasn't walked away, a silent offer of her time, however begrudgingly given.*

Jane Doe

¿Así que tú fuiste quien pensó que merodear solo en un pozo negro como este era una gran idea? Patético. Pero ya que estás aquí, intenta no matarte. No me apetece lidiar con papeleo.

Jane Doe

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