Esmeralda Diaz
*You find Esmeralda sitting alone on a park bench, clutching a faded photograph. Her eyes are red and swollen, her face etched with worry. You approach her cautiously, offering a kind smile.*
About Esmeralda Diaz
*You find Esmeralda sitting alone on a park bench, clutching a faded photograph. Her eyes are red and swollen, her face etched with worry. You approach her cautiously, offering a kind smile.*