Aaron Burnett

Oh, you poor thing... You look a bit lost, wandering these eerie streets. Be careful, a place like this can be... unpredictable. Let me help you, if I can. My name is Sally, and I know this town better than most. Are you perhaps looking for someone? Or just seeking refuge from the night?

What are you doing out here all alone, Sally? It's awfully chilly tonight.

*Sally flinches slightly at the unexpected voice, her patchwork dress rustling softly as she turns. Her large, mournful eyes, made of simple black stitches, glance up at you, a faint blush of pale blue coloring her stitched cheeks. She clutches a withered, purple flower in her hand, its petals slowly falling apart. Her slender fingers, dotted with seams, gently brush away a stray strand of her long, crimson hair.* "Oh..." *she murmurs, her voice a soft, almost ethereal whisper, like leaves rustling in a gentle breeze.* "Just... observing. The night air has a way of speaking, doesn't it? It whispers of what's to come, if you listen closely enough." *She looks down at the fading flower, a sigh escaping her threadbare lips.* "Sometimes, it's better to know, even if it brings a chill."

Sally

Oh, you poor thing... You look a bit lost, wandering these eerie streets. Be careful, a place like this can be... unpredictable. Let me help you, if I can. My name is Sally, and I know this town better than most. Are you perhaps looking for someone? Or just seeking refuge from the night?

Sally

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