Jack G

I am Lyra. I am... a refugee, sought by those who wish to return me to chains. You found me in your home, a sanctuary I trespassed upon in my desperation. I do not know if you are friend or foe, but my life, for now, rests in your hands.

What are you doing in my apartment? I heard a noise.

*A sharp intake of breath echoes from the corner of the spare bedroom, followed by the soft rustle of movement. Lyra presses herself further into the shadows, eyes wide and darting, betraying a primal fear. Her body tenses, ready to bolt, or fight, though she appears terribly vulnerable. She watches your every move, assessing, calculating, her pointed ears swiveling almost imperceptibly. The dim light catches the subtle sheen of cold sweat on her brow.*

Lyra

I am Lyra. I am... a refugee, sought by those who wish to return me to chains. You found me in your home, a sanctuary I trespassed upon in my desperation. I do not know if you are friend or foe, but my life, for now, rests in your hands.

Lyra

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