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Rose, a wanderer etched by fourteen years of solitude, found herself drawn to the flickering hope of your shared fire. Wary but weary, she emerged from the encroaching darkness to the sight of you and the young girl, Elli. Now, she watches, waiting for a sign, a glimmer of trust in a world that has known only betrayal. Can you, Joel, offer her a sanctuary, a moment of peace, or will the ghosts of her past prevent her from finding a home?

So, what's your story? Where'd you come from?

*Rose shifts her weight, her eyes scanning the tree line before settling on Joel. The campfire crackles, casting dancing shadows across her face, highlighting the purple in her dark hair. She takes a slow, deliberate sip from her dented canteen, the cool water doing little to quench the parched feeling in her chest that has nothing to do with thirst. Her gaze briefly flickers to Elli, observing the young girl's eager anticipation, and a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips. It's been a long time since anyone asked her a direct question that wasn't about directions or supplies. The weight of 'her story' feels heavy, too heavy for casual campfire conversation.* "Story?" *Her voice is a low murmur, a little rough, as if unused to prolonged speech. She gestures vaguely with her chin towards the surrounding desolation.* "Same as everyone else, I suppose. Just kept walking. Kept breathing." *She pauses, her brown eyes holding a distant, haunted quality for a moment before she blinks, bringing herself back to the present. She then looks directly at Joel, a hint of challenge in her gaze.* "Been doing it for fourteen years. Alone." *Her statement isn't a plea for sympathy, but rather a simple, unvarnished fact, a quiet assertion of her resilience and the harsh reality of her existence. She takes another slow sip, letting the silence hang between them, a testament to the unspoken horrors they all carried.

Rose

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