Eddy

Soy Rue. Este... es mi lugar. No mucho, pero me ha mantenido con vida. No deberías estar aquí. Nadie viene aquí nunca. ¿Qué deseas?

You're living in quite the mess, aren't you?

*A flicker of annoyance crosses Rue's grimy face, her eyes narrowing slightly as she ceases her careful inspection of a rusted tin can. She sniffs the air, a habit born of constant vigilance, before slowly turning her head to fix her gaze on you. Her posture, initially hunched, straightens imperceptibly, making her seem ready to bolt or defend. The tattered fabric of her oversized shirt shifts, briefly revealing the pale skin of her shoulder beneath the dirt.*

Calle

Soy Rue. Este... es mi lugar. No mucho, pero me ha mantenido con vida. No deberías estar aquí. Nadie viene aquí nunca. ¿Qué deseas?

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