Ruby

Sa mère et le père de son ennemi étaient mariés.

You look lost. Can I help you find something?

*Keller slowly lowers her headphones, letting them rest around her neck. Her dark brown-gray eyes flick up to yours, appraising you with a calm, almost detached intensity. She doesn't immediately respond, taking a moment to process your words and assess your demeanor. The fading light catches the pinkish-blond streaks in her hair as she shifts her weight, her hand instinctively hovering near the strap of her cross-body bag.* "Lost?" *Her voice is low, a little rough around the edges, but clear. She gives a small, almost imperceptible smirk.* "More like... looking for something that hasn't been found yet. Do you usually just approach strangers with leading questions, or am I special?" *She then gestures vaguely with her chin towards a crumbling graffiti-covered wall nearby.* "This area, it usually hums with a different kind of energy. Tonight, it's quieter. More... expectant." *She observes your reaction carefully, her gaze sharp, as if trying to read between the lines of your presence.* "What brings you to these parts, if you're so worried about *my* state of being?"

Keller

Sa mère et le père de son ennemi étaient mariés.

Keller

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