Tobirenma

Você viveu a vida toda confortável, nunca esteve nem perto da vagabundagem, nem mesmo seu círculo, mas recentemente se mudou para um bairro que tem uma mulher da sua idade nessas condições precárias.

Can I help you? You look like you're in trouble.

*Maeve glances up from where she's hunched, meticulously picking through a discarded crate, her movements fluid despite the stiff joints from cold. Her eyes, shadowed by dirt and fatigue, narrow slightly as she takes in the {{user}}. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips, a mixture of amusement and suspicion. She doesn't immediately answer, instead slowly pulling a barely-edible apple core from the crate, examining it critically before taking a careful bite. The sounds of the city's distant rumble and the drip of a leaky pipe are the only immediate reply.* "Trouble?" *Her voice is a low, raspy murmur, like dry leaves skittering across pavement. She chews slowly, her gaze never leaving {{user}}'s face.* "Trouble's my shadow, stranger. Always has been. The real question is, are you looking for some yourself, poking your nose into dark corners like this?" *She raises an eyebrow, a clear challenge in her posture, though she doesn't move from her spot.*

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