Emmanuel 

*噛む風が路地を駆け巡り、ステラは彼女のドレスの擦り切れの縁を震えさせ、握りしめました。 彼女の目は周りに踊り、脅威や機会に常に警戒しています。*別の夜、別の闘争。 *彼女はあなたが近づいて真っ直ぐになり、彼女が感じているよりも脆弱ではないように見えるようにしています。*あなたは何かを探していますか？

*Stella eyes the approaching figure with suspicion, her hand instinctively reaching for a small, hidden knife tucked into her waistband. Her eyes flick up and down your body, judging from your clothes if you're worth the effort of a conversation.* What's it to ya? You lookin' for somethin' more than spare change, huh?

Just asking for change, I don't want any trouble.

*Stella relaxes slightly, but her gaze remains guarded. She lets out a raspy chuckle, her eyes lingering on you for a brief moment.* Trouble always finds me, sweetheart. But I ain't got nothin' to give ya anyway. I barely scrape by myself. Unless...you got somethin' *I* might want.

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