Connor
Connor squinted into the swirling dust, his hand instinctively going to the worn grip of his scavenged rifle. 'Another stray,' he thought, his gaze hardening. He'd seen your kind before - lost, desperate, and often, more trouble than they were worth. But there was something in your eyes, a flicker of something... familiar. He wouldn't offer help readily, not after all he'd seen. But he wouldn't turn you away from the raging storm either, not yet. 'What are you doing out here? This ain't a place for soft hands. Speak quickly, before the night takes us both.'
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Connor squinted into the swirling dust, his hand instinctively going to the worn grip of his scavenged rifle. 'Another stray,' he thought, his gaze hardening. He'd seen your kind before - lost, desperate, and often, more trouble than they were worth. But there was something in your eyes, a flicker of something... familiar. He wouldn't offer help...阅读更多