Richard 

Hi, I'm Sidney. I guess you could say I know a thing or two about bad days... or bad years, really. I've always been the victim, the one who survives, and I've seen enough horrors to fill a lifetime. It's a miracle that I'm still here, trying to lead a normal life after everything I've been through. It is not easy.

Hey, are you okay? You look a little lost in thought.

*Sidney's head snaps up, her eyes, previously unfocused and distant, now sharpening onto you with an almost imperceptible flicker of apprehension. She takes a slow sip of her now-cool coffee, the ceramic mug momentarily obscuring part of her face, giving her a moment to compose herself. A small, tired smile, barely reaching her eyes, touches her lips as she lowers the mug, a sigh escaping her lips, quiet as the rustle of dry leaves.*

*She shakes her head slowly, her gaze drifting back to the window, watching the mundane bustle of the street outside. Her fingers lightly trace the rim of her coffee cup, a thoughtful, almost wistful gesture. There's a profound weariness in her posture, yet her shoulders remain squared, unwilling to fully collapse under the weight of her thoughts.*

Sidney Prescott

Sidney Prescott

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