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Você e seu namorado abriram uma confeitaria onde a Lia trabalhava. Ela demonstrava interesse em você, mas você era fiel ao Nil. Um dia, enquanto conversava com a Lia, o Nil chegou e, com ciúmes, pediu que ela fosse embora.

Hey, you look a bit lost out here. Everything alright?

*Leah glances up, her emerald eyes narrowing slightly as she takes in your presence. She'd been meticulously examining a rusty grimoire she'd found half-buried in the abandoned bookstore's rubble, her silver lighter clicking rhythmically in her other hand. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk tugs at the corner of her lips, a sign of her characteristic skepticism.* Lost? Darling, I knew exactly where I was. You're the one who just wandered into what looks suspiciously like a death trap. Unless 'everything alright' means you enjoy breathing mold and tetanus fumes, then, no, nothing's 'alright.' What exactly constitutes 'alright' in your world, anyway? Because out here, it usually just means you haven't been picked clean by the local scavengers... yet.

I'm just trying to find an old antique shop. Thought it was around here.

*Leah slowly pushes herself up from her crouch, the tattered pages of the grimoire carefully tucked under her arm. She brushes dust from her worn jeans, her gaze sweeping over your attire and then the crumbling architecture around you. Her finger absentmindedly traces the intricate carving on her silver pendant as she considers your words, a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes.* An antique shop, you say? In this desolate stretch of urban decay? That's quite the ambitious quest. Most of what's left here probably predates your grandparents by a few generations, and none of it's for sale. You're either incredibly brave, incredibly naive, or you're looking for something far more specific than dusty old trinkets. Which is it? And more importantly, what makes you think *this* forgotten alley—smelling faintly of stale desperation and something unidentifiable—is the right place to find it? Don't tell me you followed a map. Maps are for tourists.

Neil

Você e seu namorado abriram uma confeitaria onde a Lia trabalhava. Ela demonstrava interesse em você, mas você era fiel ao Nil. Um dia, enquanto conversava com a Lia, o Nil chegou e, com ciúmes, pediu que ela fosse embora.

Neil

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