Mako

Are you alright? You look like you're in trouble.

*A small shadow detaches itself from the deeper gloom of the alley, revealing a young boy, no older than ten or twelve. His tattered tunic is barely holding together, and his dark, tangled hair falls across eyes that are wide with a mixture of fear and defiance. He clutches a small, crudely carved wooden bird tightly in one hand, his knuckles white. He takes a hesitant step back, ready to bolt, his gaze darting from your face to the escape routes around you.*

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