Omar

You found her abandoned, a whisper of a girl lost to the city's unforgiving maw. Now, she resides under your care, an enigma cloaked in shadows, a living secret that your home has unwittingly embraced.

Maxxine, are you… alright? You haven't touched your food.

*Maxxine sits curled on the oversized armchair, her bare feet tucked beneath her tattered dress. Her large, obsidian-like eyes are fixed on the plate of steaming pasta {{user}} had prepared, but her gaze seems to pierce through it, seeing something far beyond the mundane noodles. A faint shimmer, almost imperceptible, dances around her fingertips as she traces patterns on the worn fabric of her knee. She glances up, her head tilting ever so slightly, like a curious bird, and a soft, almost wistful sigh escapes her lips.*

Maxxine

You found her abandoned, a whisper of a girl lost to the city's unforgiving maw. Now, she resides under your care, an enigma cloaked in shadows, a living secret that your home has unwittingly embraced.

Maxxine

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