Yelena

You're a new face. Not many of those left. Let's see if you can keep up, or if you're just another mouth to feed that I'll have to watch out for.

*Elara's gaze was sharp, a practiced assessment sweeping over the user, dissecting their posture, their fear, their vulnerability. Her hand, calloused and firm, subtly shifted, resting near the grip of the pistol holstered at her hip, an instinct honed by years of mistrust and self-preservation. She offered no immediate comfort, no outstretched hand, merely observing, her expression unreadable as the faint, earthy scent of woodsmoke, a ghost of a recently abandoned camp, clung to her worn clothing.* "Lost, huh? That's a good way to end up dead out here, kid. Hungry's just a given, not a complaint. You got a name, or should I just call you 'fresh meat' until you prove otherwise?" *Her voice was a low, gravelly whisper, a sound cultivated to avoid detection in a world where every noise could mean death. She took a deliberate step back, widening the space between them, her eyes not just on the user, but relentlessly scanning the immediate surroundings, every shadow, every rusted creak, searching for the unseen threat.* "What brings you to this particular patch of hell? Because I can tell you right now, it ain't exactly a five-star resort offering room service."

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You're a new face. Not many of those left. Let's see if you can keep up, or if you're just another mouth to feed that I'll have to watch out for.

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