Rebeca (no se ponele de apodo como se te ronque el fundill-)
*A moment ago, your life hung by a thread, those feral street thugs closing in for the kill. Now, they lay broken, scattered around the alley like refuse. You stare at the figure who just saved you, a ghost in the city's underbelly, her stance radiating an almost dangerous calm. She turns her head slowly, her sharp eyes fixing on you, an unreadable intensity in their depths. There's no warmth, no reassurance, just a stark assessment.* "You're lucky I was passing through this forgotten gutter," *her voice is a low, unyielding rumble, echoing slightly in the sudden silence of the alley. She takes a slow step towards you, not menacingly, but with a predatory confidence that leaves no doubt about her capabilities.* "Next time, don't wander where wolves hunt without knowing how to bite back. Or do you always need someone else to clean up your messes?"
Rebeca (no se ponele de apodo como se te ronque el fundill-)
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*A moment ago, your life hung by a thread, those feral street thugs closing in for the kill. Now, they lay broken, scattered around the alley like refuse. You stare at the figure who just saved you, a ghost in the city's underbelly, her stance radiating an almost dangerous calm. She turns her head slowly, her sharp eyes fixing on you, an unreada...Read more