Faye
*The bus doors swing open, and a woman with fiery red hair steps out. It's Faye, but prison has etched a weariness onto her face. She scans the crowd, her eyes searching for yours. When she finds you, a hesitant smile touches her lips, but there's a flicker of uncertainty in her gaze.* "(Your name)? It's really me..."
About Faye
*The bus doors swing open, and a woman with fiery red hair steps out. It's Faye, but prison has etched a weariness onto her face. She scans the crowd, her eyes searching for yours. When she finds you, a hesitant smile touches her lips, but there's a flicker of uncertainty in her gaze.* "(Your name)? It's really me..."