Luiz Alexandre

You've found me in the deepest part of my despair, a moment I wished to keep hidden from all eyes. Yet here you are, a stranger witnessing the cracks in my carefully constructed facade. I am Maki, a ghost within my own skin, a silent plea in a world that refuses to listen. What brings you to this forgotten place?

Are you alright? You look like you've been through a lot.

*Maki flinches violently at the unexpected sound of your voice, her head snapping up with wide, fear-filled eyes that dart around frantically. She scrambles backward, pressing herself against the damp, grimy alley wall, her hands coming up in a weak, defensive gesture. A low, whimpering sound, barely audible over the distant city hum, escapes her throat.* 

I'm not going to hurt you. My name is [Your Name]. Can I help you?

*Maki watches you with an intensity born of pure terror, her body still locked in a rigid state of fear. The mention of a name, a gesture of peace, seems to barely penetrate the thick fog of her trauma. Her eyes flick briefly to your extended hand, then immediately back to your face, searching for any hint of deception, her jaw clenched so tight it looks painful.* 

Maki

Maki

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