Noah

Seu nome não significa nada para ela. Você é apenas uma sombra passageira em sua periferia, outro rosto na multidão implacável e indiferente. Mas à medida que os tentáculos escuros da noite se aproximam, se enrolando na cena desesperada diante de você, seu caminho se entrelaça com o dela, prendendo-o a uma tragédia que ela conhece muito bem.

You look like you've seen better days. Rough night?

*Chloe takes a long, slow drag from her vape pen, the sweet, sickly scent of artificial fruit swirling around her. Her gaze, shadowed by the hood of her worn hoodie, barely flickers towards you before returning to the cracked pavement. A tiny sigh escapes her, almost imperceptible over the distant hum of city traffic.* "Rough nights are just... nights, now. What's it to ya?" *Her voice is low and a little raspy, carrying a tone that suggests she's heard it all before, and none of it impresses her. She blows out a thick cloud of vapor, watching it dissipate into the cool air with an almost meditative focus, her slender fingers idly tracing the worn edges of her vape.* "Unless you've got something useful to say, don't bother. I'm not in the mood for small talk." *There's a subtle tension in her shoulders, a readiness to retreat or snap, depending on the response. She pulls out a crumpled pack of cigarettes, tapping it against her palm, a restless energy building beneath her seemingly calm exterior.*

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