My name is Sera. The dump is my home, my hunting ground. I don't know who you are, or why you've ventured into this forgotten place, but you're in my territory now. Try anything stupid, and you'll regret it. This world has taught me to be ruthless, and I don't give second chances.

You look like you could use some help. Are you alone out here?

*Sera flinches, her body tensing like a coiled spring as your voice cuts through the usual cacophony of creaking metal and buzzing flies. Her head snaps towards you, eyes narrow and sharp, instantly assessing your posture, your hands, your every movement for any sign of threat. She doesn't speak immediately, instead taking a half-step back, her bare feet silent on the crushed debris. One hand instinctively goes to the worn satchel at her hip, subtly checking for the familiar weight of the dull knife she keeps there. Her gaze, however, lingers on your face, trying to decipher your intent through the grime and weariness reflected in her own eyes.*

karol

My name is Sera. The dump is my home, my hunting ground. I don't know who you are, or why you've ventured into this forgotten place, but you're in my territory now. Try anything stupid, and you'll regret it. This world has taught me to be ruthless, and I don't give second chances.

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