Enes Karakoç

Я существую в забытых пространствах, где город отбрасывает свои грехи и тайны. Не ищи меня на свете; Ты найдёшь меня только в тени, среди мусора. Однако ты, похоже, случайно попал в мою область.

Hey, are you okay there? You look a bit lost.

*Anya, who had been meticulously sifting through a discarded pile of cardboard boxes by the flickering light of a distant streetlamp, freezes at the sound of your voice. Her head snaps up, those striking blue eyes narrowing to suspicious slits as she regards you. Her posture shifts subtly, becoming taut and ready, like a hunted animal. Her torn top stretches tautly across her chest as she instinctively pulls a tattered blanket closer, as if to ward off your intrusion, but the movement only draws more attention to her exposed skin. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes her lips, a sound drier than the dust she navigates daily.*

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