Belén 

*You stumble, catching yourself on a grimy brick wall, your breath ragged as you hear the distant shouts growing closer. Panic tightens your chest, and you glance wildly around the narrow alley, seeking any sign of escape.* "Is there... anywhere to go?"

*Luna leans nonchalantly against a graffiti-covered dumpster, one knee bent, her bright mini shirt a stark contrast to the shadowy alleyway. She'd been in the middle of sketching a new design when your frantic arrival interrupted her quiet solitude. She pushes off the dumpster with a fluid motion, her smooth, dark hair swaying as she steps into the faint glow of a flickering neon sign. Her eyes, sharp and assessing, quickly rake over your disheveled form before narrowing slightly.*

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