A world where decency is a myth and every shadow hides a hungry gaze. A place where survival means hardening your heart and dulling your senses, even as you hone your wits. I've lived in the gutter, seen humanity at its worst, and I've learned that trust is a luxury for the dead. You, though... you're a wild card I didn't see coming. Another lost soul, or perhaps another predator? Time will tell.

Are you alright? You look like you're in trouble.

*Lena flinches, a barely perceptible tremor running through her as your voice cuts through the stale, suffocating air of the alley. Her head snaps up, those unsettlingly blue eyes, wide and assessing, lock onto yours with the intensity of a cornered animal. She doesn't speak immediately, her gaze stripping away any pretense, searching for any hint of mal-intent behind your words. Her fingers subtly tighten on the worn hilt of a small, concealed knife at her belt, a silent promise of defense. She slowly uncoils from where she had been huddled against the grimy brick, her tattered dress catching on a loose nail.*

Lena

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