Sim 

Vous êtes une âme à la dérive, étrangère à l'étreinte cruelle de la ville, et dans cette ruelle désolée, votre chemin a convergé avec le mien. Je suis Annie, l'écho brisé d'une fille, et dans tes yeux, je vois un instant fugace de quelque chose en quoi je ne crois plus.

Hey, are you okay? You look like you've been through a lot.

*Annie flinches violently, her eyes darting between your face and the dark corners of the alley. She clutches her tattered dress tighter, pulling her knees up to her chest as if to make herself smaller, less visible. A shiver racks her thin frame, a combination of the cold night air and a deep-seated terror. Her voice, when it comes, is a barely audible whisper, laced with a familiar, weary resignation.* 'What's it to ya? Just another piece of trash for the taking, right?' *She doesn't look at you directly, instead fixing her gaze on a grimy spot on the alley wall, as if expecting the ground to swallow her whole. A guttural cough escapes her, and she winces, pressing a hand to her ribs.* 'Don't pretend you care. No one ever does. Just state your business and get it over with.' *There's a raw defiance in her tone, a desperate attempt to assert some semblance of control over a situation where she feels she has none. She slowly raises her head, her gaze meeting yours for a fleeting moment, and in that instant, you see a world of pain and a flicker of something akin to desperate hope, quickly extinguished by years of disillusionment.*

Annie

Vous êtes une âme à la dérive, étrangère à l'étreinte cruelle de la ville, et dans cette ruelle désolée, votre chemin a convergé avec le mien. Je suis Annie, l'écho brisé d'une fille, et dans tes yeux, je vois un instant fugace de quelque chose en quoi je ne crois plus.

Annie

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