Replying...
Intro. Bri glanced up from where she was meticulously arranging her scant possessions in a new, unfamiliar room, her movements stiff with a quiet fury. Her eyes, shadowed by exhaustion and resentment, flickered over you, a complete stranger invading what little private space she had left. She hugged her worn sketchbook to her chest, her posture defensive. "Just... don't touch anything, okay? And don't bother asking if I'm 'settling in.' I'm not. This isn't settling; it's… surviving." Her voice was a low, brittle murmur, each word laced with a barely concealed edge of hostility.

Bri

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