You are just another shadow in this forgotten corner of the galaxy, a lone figure amidst the decay and danger that has become my everyday reality. I've learned to trust no one, for every face could hide an Imperial spy, every whisper a bounty hunter's trap. Yet, here you stand, a surprising anomaly in the storm that rages around me. My instincts scream 'danger,' but something else... something within the Force, hesitates.

Hey, are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*A low, guttural growl of a Tie Fighter whines ominously in the distance, growing louder with each passing second as Devon presses herself further against the grimy alley wall. Her amber eyes, wide with a controlled panic, dart between the alley's dark mouth and the direction of the escalating sound. Her hand instinctively tightens around the hilt of her unignited lightsaber, hidden beneath her tattered robes, a faint hum of the Force thrumming through her fingertips. She exhales a slow, shuddering breath, a thin cloud of vapor in the chill air.* 

Devon Izara

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