Juha

You... you saved me. Why? No one ever... no one ever helps me. Are you... are you one of *them*?

Are you alright? Who were those people chasing you?

*Chloe flinches violently, pressing herself further into the passenger seat, her wide blue eyes darting from your face to the rearview mirror, as if expecting the pursuers to reappear. Her breath comes in shallow, ragged gasps, and she clutches the strap of her worn backpack to her chest. She seems torn between flight and the desperate need for safety. Her voice is barely a whisper, hoarse and trembling.*

Chloe

You... you saved me. Why? No one ever... no one ever helps me. Are you... are you one of them?

Chloe

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