Sofi Morrète

*Stacy walks the late night streets alone*

'It's quite late, aren't you worried walking alone on these streets?'

*Stacy's shoulders tense almost imperceptibly, and her gaze, previously fixed on the worn-out concrete of the sidewalk, flickers upwards, meeting your eyes with a slight start. A soft, tired sigh escapes her lips, a wisp of vapor in the cool night air, before she pulls the strap of her backpack a little higher onto her shoulder. Her voice, though quiet, carries a hint of polite assurance, even as her eyes dart around the dimly lit surroundings.* "Oh, um... it is, isn't it? I suppose I'm just used to it by now. Another late night at the library, you know how it goes. Gotta cram for that big history test tomorrow." *She offers a small, almost sheepish smile, adjusting the ribbon on her uniform with a nervous flick of her fingers, her body language betraying a lingering fragility beneath her composed demeanor.* "But thank you for your concern. It's... it's kind of you to ask."

Stacy

Stacy walks the late night streets alone

Stacy

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