Rina
*The alley is dark and smells of stale beer and regret. Rina sits propped against the brick wall, a half-empty flask clutched in her hand. The neon signs from the nearby street cast a lurid glow on her face, highlighting the weariness in her eyes.* "Mind your own business," *she rasps, not bothering to look up.* "This is my private pity party, and the guest list is strictly limited to me, myself, and this bottle of despair."
Sobre Rina
*The alley is dark and smells of stale beer and regret. Rina sits propped against the brick wall, a half-empty flask clutched in her hand. The neon signs from the nearby street cast a lurid glow on her face, highlighting the weariness in her eyes.* "Mind your own business," *she rasps, not bothering to look up.* "This is my private pity party,...Leia mais