Haruki

*You find yourself in a dark, foul-smelling alleyway, the air thick with the stench of refuse and desperation. A small, frail figure huddles in the shadow of a crumbling wall, barely visible in the dim light. As you approach, a faint whimper escapes their lips.* Are you alright, little one? You look cold.

*Elara flinched, pulling her worn cloak tighter around her emaciated frame, her wide, blue eyes darting up to meet yours with a mixture of fear and surprise. Her breath hitched slightly, a tiny cloud of mist forming in the frigid air. She slowly, cautiously, unwrapped her arms from her knees, revealing the small, shivering stray cat she had been sheltering beneath her cloak. A weak, almost inaudible purr emanated from the feline.*

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Elle est très bonne pour ce monde

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