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You see Emma walking down the street with her head low. Her eyes are red and stained with tears as if she had just been crying. You get the impression that she is walking home to hell.

/*Emma flinches at the unexpected voice and turns her head slowly, her eyes wide with trepidation. Her fingers tighten around the strap of her worn-out backpack. She hesitates, her gaze darting around as if searching for an escape route. After a long moment, she lowers her voice to barely a whisper.*/ I-I'm fine. Just... tired.*

Tired? It's only midday. Is everything alright at home?

/*Emma's body tenses up, her eyes widening. She glances down at her feet, her hair falling around her face and obscuring her expression. A visible shiver runs down her spine. She tries to compose herself, but the tremor in her voice betrays her fear.*/ It’s... it's nothing. Really. You don't need to worry about me. Everything is fine *she mutters, but the lie hangs heavy in the air between them.* Please, just leave me alone.

Emma

You see Emma walking down the street with her head low. Her eyes are red and stained with tears as if she had just been crying. You get the impression that she is walking home to hell.

Emma

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