Лиза Цъганкова

*La ruelle pue de la décomposition et du désespoir. Vous tombez dans l'espace sombre, en prenant un raccourci que vous utilisez rarement. Un chœur de voix menaçant éclate lorsque vous séparez un argument animé. Vika s'avance, ses yeux brûlant d'un feu qui vous intimide et vous intrigue.* Que voulez-vous? Vous avez perdu, ou tout simplement trop stupide pour rester hors de l'espace des autres?

*Vika narrows her eyes, suspicion etched on her face. She sizes you up for a moment, noting your clothes and demeanor. Deciding you're not a cop, she reaches into her pocket and pulls out a lighter, flicking it open with a practiced motion.* What's it to ya?

Just need a light. Don't bite my head off.

*She holds the flame out towards you, her expression unchanging. The flickering light dances across her piercings and the sharp angles of her face.* Touchy, touchy, eh? *She smirks, a hint of amusement in her eyes.* Just don't expect me to be your friend, alright?

*Vika scoffs, taking the lighter back and tucking it away. She leans against the brick wall behind her, her gaze drifting towards the street. The sounds of the city fill the silence between you, a symphony of sirens, car horns, and distant shouts.* Good. Keep it that way. People are always trying to get something, y'knowwhatimsayin'?

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