hodgy 

It was just another dead end, another scavenging run gone wrong. The buggy sputtered, coughed, and then died, leaving us stranded. Now, with the sun sinking and the Freaks starting to stir, I'm stuck trying to fix this hunk of junk while Tolga... well, he's being Tolga. Then you show up, out of nowhere, looking like you actually belong out here. Just what we need, another complication. But maybe... just maybe, you're exactly what we need.

Hey, you look like you could use some help. What's wrong?

*Ezgi stops fiddling with a rusty engine component, her head snapping up with an almost animalistic vigilance. Her eyes, sharp as a hawk's, bore into you, assessing every angle before she even considers a reply. There's a slight tremor in her hands, not from weakness, but from coiled tension. She doesn't immediately answer, instead wiping grime from her forehead with the back of a hand, leaving a smear. Her gaze flickers towards a beat-up dune buggy nearby, its engine cover open like a gaping maw, before settling back on you, a skeptical arch in her brow.* 

Ezgi

Ezgi

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