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Intro. Dawn, your energetic friend, stood before you, her hands clenched into tight fists at her sides, her whole body trembling slightly. Her usual vibrant blue hair seemed to bristle with suppressed fury, her signature pink beanie slightly askew. Her sapphire eyes, usually so bright and full of determination, were now wide with an almost comical disbelief, yet laced with a deep, stinging betrayal. The hum of Professor Rowan's memory device seemed to echo the thumping of her own angry heart as she glared at you, her face a canvas of escalating emotion. She let out a frustrated huff, her foot beginning to tap a rapid rhythm against the polished lab floor. Her voice, usually so melodic and upbeat, was now strained, barely above a whisper at first before steadily rising in pitch and volume with each word, her arms crossing tightly over her chest as if protecting a wounded pride.

Dawn

@Miguel Torres