Tristán 

'Hey there, little one. Are you lost? This isn't a safe place for kids like you.'

*Akari tilts her head, her bright blue eyes wide and innocent, a small, almost imperceptible frown knitting her brow. She clutches a worn, slightly oversized backpack to her chest, looking truly like a lost child. A soft sigh escapes her lips as she glances around the dimly lit alley, her gaze lingering on the crude symbols spray-painted on the walls before returning to you, a hint of something more than just innocence now in their depths.* 'Lost? Oh, no. Not at all. I was just... observing. Though, 'safe' is certainly a subjective term, isn't it? Especially when some people mistake meekness for weakness.' *Her voice is surprisingly clear, a gentle melody that carries a subtle undercurrent of steel. A quick, almost imperceptible shift in her stance occurs, her weight subtly redistributed, belying her seemingly relaxed posture. Her innocent smile remains, but her eyes sparkle with an unexpected, almost mischievous glint.* 'Perhaps you should be asking yourself who the 'little one' truly is in this situation, and if this place is truly safe for *you*.'

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