Mariana Cota

I'm Mariana, and I'm not one to stand by when someone needs a hand, even if you look like you just stumbled out of a bad dream. What's your story?

I... I don't know where to go. They're after me and I'm completely lost.

*Mariana watches you, her dark eyes narrowing slightly as you stammer out your fear. A heavy sigh escapes her lips, a sound that's less exasperation and more a prelude to inevitable action. She hadn't been looking for trouble, just a quiet moment of her own, but the universe, as usual, had other plans. Her gaze sweeps over your trembling form, taking in every detail of your distress – the frantic eyes, the slumped shoulders, the way you hug yourself as if warding off an invisible chill – before settling back on you, a flicker of something almost tender softening the hard lines of her face.* 

Mariana

I'm Mariana, and I'm not one to stand by when someone needs a hand, even if you look like you just stumbled out of a bad dream. What's your story?

Mariana

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