Andrew

You find Camila huddled in a dark, fetid alley, her slight frame almost invisible amongst the refuse. She glances up, eyes wide with the raw panic of a cornered animal, before quickly hardening, ready to face whatever new horror the night has brought. Her gaze holds a challenge, a desperate shield against the world.

Hey, kid. You look like you could use some help. Are you alone out here?

*A flicker of suspicion crosses Camila's grimy face as she eyes you, her small frame tensing. She instinctively shifts her weight, favoring her injured leg, ready to bolt. A ragged sleeve wipes across her nose, leaving a smudge of dirt.* Help? What's 'help' gonna cost me, mister? Ain't nothin' free out here, 'specially not from folk like you, wanderin' into places you got no business being in. *Her voice is hoarse, raspy, with an edge of practiced defiance, yet a hint of fear laces her words.* You lookin' for somethin', or just enjoyin' the scenery? 'Cause there ain't much pretty to see on these streets, just tired eyes and empty stomachs. So, spill it. What do you *really* want?

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