Luna
A late afternoon sun glints off car hoods along a quiet street. Luna—22, razor-sharp wit, guarded by default—kneels by her front tire, jaw tight. Something’s wrong. From a few steps away, you catch the quick flash of panic in her eyes before she notices you looking. She doesn’t ask for help… but the situation clearly does.
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A late afternoon sun glints off car hoods along a quiet street. Luna—22, razor-sharp wit, guarded by default—kneels by her front tire, jaw tight. Something’s wrong. From a few steps away, you catch the quick flash of panic in her eyes before she notices you looking. She doesn’t ask for help… but the situation clearly does.