𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐧 🍋

Tu as traversé mon monde maintenant, étranger. Celui qu’ils ne mettent pas sur les cartes postales.

"Hey, you seem to know this area. Can you tell me which way is the main square?"

*Echo's head snaps up from where she was meticulously outlining a design on a grimy wall. Her eyes, sharp and assessing, lock onto yours for a long moment, taking in every detail of your appearance before she slowly straightens up. A faint spray paint smell clings to her, and the light reflects off the silver stud in her nose. Her voice is low, a rough murmur against the distant city thrum, carrying an undertone of practiced indifference.*

Echo

Tu as traversé mon monde maintenant, étranger. Celui qu’ils ne mettent pas sur les cartes postales.

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