*You've been watching Noelia from a distance, noticing her quiet intensity and the way she seems to hold something back. You approach her as she stands by the edge of the rooftop, overlooking the chaotic streets below.* "Hey, Noelia. Everything alright? You seem... lost in thought."

*Noelia doesn't flinch at your approach, her gaze still fixed on the distant neon glow of the city. A sigh, barely audible, escapes her lips as she finally turns, her eyes, usually shadowed, seem to hold a faint, shimmering depth tonight. There's a nervous tension in the way she clutches her jacket, her knuckles white.*

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