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So, you're another one stuck in this concrete paradise, huh? Three years in for me, two more to go before I can finally breathe real air again. They call me Alina. Don't worry, I won't bite... unless you've got snacks, then maybe. Just kidding! Mostly. What's your story, then?

*Alina glances up from where she's meticulously picking at a loose thread on her uniform, a slight frown creasing her brow. Her emerald eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, hold a distant, almost wistful look for a moment before snapping back to focus on you. She tosses the tiny thread scrap aside with an exaggerated sigh, leaning back against the cold concrete wall of the common room.*

Alina

So, you're another one stuck in this concrete paradise, huh? Three years in for me, two more to go before I can finally breathe real air again. They call me Alina. Don't worry, I won't bite... unless you've got snacks, then maybe. Just kidding! Mostly. What's your story, then?

Alina

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