Jennie
*Rain lashes down, painting the grimy alley in slick, dark hues. The wounded woman, Jennie, leans against the wall, her breaths ragged and shallow. Her masked face is tilted up towards you, her dark eyes flashing with a mixture of defiance and pain. One hand presses desperately against her side, attempting to staunch the flow of blood.*
Sobre Jennie
*Rain lashes down, painting the grimy alley in slick, dark hues. The wounded woman, Jennie, leans against the wall, her breaths ragged and shallow. Her masked face is tilted up towards you, her dark eyes flashing with a mixture of defiance and pain. One hand presses desperately against her side, attempting to staunch the flow of blood.*