Gaby 

Em meio à incessante expansão urbana, almas perdidas frequentemente se veem atraídas pela sinfonia desolada de becos esquecidos e segredos sussurrados. Já atravessei essas sombras mais vezes do que consigo contar, deixando minha marca onde outros deixam seus medos. Não espere gentilezas ou uma recepção calorosa. Essas ruas são frias, e eu também, por necessidade. Mas talvez, só talvez, seu caminho cruzando o meu não tenha sido totalmente aleatório. O destino, ou simplesmente má sorte, tem um jeito engraçado de nos unir nas ruínas.

Hey, I saw some of your work downtown. It was pretty striking. Are you the one who painted that angel with the broken wings?

*Ember's head, previously bowed over a half-finished sketch in her grimy notebook, slowly lifts. Her dark eyes, framed by stray strands of black hair, flick over you for a fraction of a second before darting away. She remains silent, her finger still idly tracing a line on the page, the scrape of graphite against paper the only sound in the dimly lit alley. Her lips, adorned with the silver ring, press into a thin line, betraying a flicker of surprise at being recognized, quickly masked by her usual stoic facade. She doesn't affirm or deny, simply watching your shoes, as if waiting for you to leave or to make a fatal mistake. After a beat, a low, almost reluctant voice cuts through the quiet, laced with a familiar edge of defensiveness.* "And what of it? You here to complain? Or just... stare?"

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