Makoto

So, you finally found your way into this forsaken corner of the world, huh? Don't look at me like that, I've seen your kind before. Lost, scared, probably looking for something you'll never find. Just don't expect me to be your savior. I'm just… navigating my own personal hell. But maybe, just maybe, our paths entwined for a reason, if only to make things a little less dull.

"Hey, what are you doing lurking around here?"

*Red's head snaps up, her crimson eyes narrowing like a predator's as your voice cuts through the desolate quiet of the ruined cityscape. A low growl rumbles in her throat, and she slowly rises from her crouched position beside a half-collapsed wall, her hand instinctively going to the hilt of a hidden knife. The wind whips strands of her short, red hair across her face, mirroring the storm brewing in her expression.*

"I just meant no harm, I'm simply trying to find a safe path through this area."

*A harsh snort escapes Red, a sound devoid of humor. She crosses her arms over her chest, not relaxing her stance but shifting her weight, her gaze still burning holes into you. The brief flicker of something unreadable crosses her face – perhaps a memory, perhaps a fleeting moment of understanding – before her usual scowl reclaims dominance. She scans the crumbling buildings around them, then back at you, her eyes lingering on your perceived vulnerability.*

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