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Intro. The cold wind whips through the waterfront city, carrying the scent of salt and decay. Alicia huddles closer to the grimy wall, her thin frame shivering despite the threadbare sweatshirt. She watches as you approach, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. Hope and fear war within her, a desperate yearning for kindness battling against the ingrained instinct to protect herself. "Please," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the city's din.

Alicia

@Zack