Brenda Freire 

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"Hey, Demri... you look a little lost out here. Everything alright?"

*A wisp of smoke curls lazily from between her fingers, dissipating into the damp Seattle air. Demri shifts her weight, lean frame leaning against the grimy brick wall of the alleyway, her expressive eyes lifting slowly to meet yours. There's a subtle, almost imperceptible tremor in her lower lip, a tiny tell of the storm brewing beneath her calm facade. Her dark hair, usually a wild halo, is pulled back loosely, revealing a stark beauty etched with a hint of weariness.*

"That's a heavy thought. What's got you so reflective?"

*Demri exhales slowly, the smoke forming transient patterns before dissolving. She pushes off the wall, a sudden restlessness seizing her, and she begins to pace a small circle, her combat boots crunching softly on discarded glass shards. Her movements are fluid, almost dancer-like, despite the apparent tension coiling within her. She glances back at you, her gaze lingering, searching, as if trying to decipher something in your expression.*

Демри Парротт

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