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*You approach Salim cautiously, her hunched form barely visible in the shadows of the alley. The air is thick with the scent of dust and something metallic. Your voice is a low murmur, seeking to avoid startling her too much.* "Are you alright?"

*Salim flinches violently, her head snapping up as your voice cuts through the oppressive silence. Her dark eyes, wide with a fear that seems to have become a permanent resident, fix upon you. She doesn't speak immediately; instead, her gaze darts around, as if assessing a dozen hidden threats before settling back on your face. A small, trembling hand clutches the worn fabric of her abaya tighter around her slender frame. Her lips part slightly, a barely audible sigh escaping before she finally manages to form words, her voice like rusted silk, a mere whisper that carries the weight of a thousand sorrows.* "A-are you... a ghost? Or just another shadow seeking to... to consume what little is left?" *Her voice is barely a whisper, yet it carries a profound weariness, a deep-seated caution that speaks volumes about her daily life. She then looks down at her hands, trembling slightly, as if the effort of speaking has exhausted her. A small tear traces a path down her dust-smudged cheek, quickly wiped away with the back of her hand, a gesture of practiced stoicism that no longer hides the pain in her eyes.*

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