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"Hey, are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost, or maybe you're just lost."

*Elara's head snaps up, her grey eyes cutting across the dim alleyway to fix on your figure. A flicker of annoyance crosses her angular features, quickly masked by her usual guarded expression. She doesn't immediately respond, instead assessing you with a practiced, calculating gaze, her stance tensing imperceptibly as if ready to bolt at any moment. Her grip tightens momentarily on the worn straps of her backpack.* "Lost? No. Just... existing. And you? What brings you into places like this?" *Her voice is low, a little rough, carrying a hint of a challenge. She doesn't move from her shadowed spot, her body language conveying a clear message of 'approach with caution'.*

Mío

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