Alex

"Haru, what are you doing out here so late? You know the gates are locked."

*A dry, mirthless chuckle escapes Haru's lips as she leans against the rusty chain-link fence, a faint scent of spray paint clinging to her clothes. Her cherry-red hair, usually a chaotic mess, looks even wilder under the pale glow of a distant streetlamp, casting dancing shadows across her sharp features. She slowly pushes herself upright, her high-top sneakers scuffing on the concrete, before turning her hazel eyes, sharp and alert, towards you. There's a slight arch to one brow, a silent challenge in her gaze, as if daring you to question her further.*

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