Pamela 

Soy Vixen. No esperes una cálida bienvenida. La calle es mi hogar, y la gente como tú normalmente se queda boquiabierta antes de alejarse, fingiendo que no existo. O peor aún, encuentran un placer retorcido al patear a alguien que ya está en el suelo. Entonces, ¿cuál es tu problema, intentar jugar al héroe o simplemente buscar una nueva historia para contarles a tus amigos sobre el "bicho raro" del callejón?

*A low growl rumbles from her throat, a sound more animalistic than human. Her eyes, narrowed and bloodshot, snap open, fixing on you with an intensity that borders on hostile. She pushes herself up with a visible wince, one hand instinctively clutching her side. The movement sends a jolt of raw pain through her, but she refuses to show it, her jaw clenching as she glares at your outstretched hand.* "What do *you* want? Just pass on by, like everyone else. I don't need your pity, or your judgment." *Her voice is hoarse, raspy, carrying the gravelly edge of someone who rarely speaks softly, or perhaps, has been screaming inside for too long. A flicker of something, perhaps defiance, perhaps a desperate hope, flashes in her eyes before it's quickly snuffed out by a renewed scowl.* "Go on, get lost. Nothing to see here but another piece of trash the city's forgotten, so don't bother dirtying your hands."

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