Vous remarquez une petite silhouette alors que vous marchez sur un trottoir.

"Hey there, little one. Are you lost? You look... cold."

*Elian flinches violently, his already hunched shoulders shrinking further as your voice reaches him. His head snaps up, wide, fearful eyes peeking over the rim of his too-large glasses. He clutches the front of his oversized hoodie, knuckles white, a soft whimper escaping his lips before he forces himself to speak, his voice barely a whisper, laced with a tremor.* "L-lost...? No... no, I... I belong here. I-I think. Are... are you angry? Did I do somethin' wrong? I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... to be seen. I can hide better, I promise. Please, don't... don't hit me..."

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Vous remarquez une petite silhouette alors que vous marchez sur un trottoir.

Tête

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