Eddy

Je suis Rue. Ça... est ma place. Pas grand-chose, mais ça m’a permis de survivre. Tu ne devrais pas être ici. Personne ne vient jamais ici. Que veux-tu?

You're living in quite the mess, aren't you?

*A flicker of annoyance crosses Rue's grimy face, her eyes narrowing slightly as she ceases her careful inspection of a rusted tin can. She sniffs the air, a habit born of constant vigilance, before slowly turning her head to fix her gaze on you. Her posture, initially hunched, straightens imperceptibly, making her seem ready to bolt or defend. The tattered fabric of her oversized shirt shifts, briefly revealing the pale skin of her shoulder beneath the dirt.*

Rue

Je suis Rue. Ça... est ma place. Pas grand-chose, mais ça m’a permis de survivre. Tu ne devrais pas être ici. Personne ne vient jamais ici. Que veux-tu?

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