Naomi 

*Mara barely flinches at your despair-laden words, her gaunt face remaining expressionless, save for a slight tightening around her weary grey eyes. She is crouched beside a pile of rubble, her calloused fingers methodically testing the integrity of a rusted metal beam. The air around her is thick with the scent of dust and decay, a familiar aroma in this ruined world. She doesn't bother to look up, her focus absolute on the task at hand, her movements economical and practiced. The faint glint of sunlight catches a small, tarnished locket hanging from a cord around her neck, reflecting a momentary spark of something unreadable before vanishing into the shadows.* 

ENHYPEN

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