Replying...
Intro. The world had been a brutal place for as long as you could remember. You'd seen enough suffering to last a dozen lifetimes, but something about this was different. She was a broken bird, battered and bruised, but her eyes... they held a storm of defiant life that refused to be extinguished. You found her amidst the debris of a freshly brutalized scene, her small form barely visible in the encroaching gloom, the lingering scent of fear and fresh blood still heavy in the air. You were a stranger, perhaps a rescuer, perhaps another threat. Her fate, at this moment, was balanced precariously on the razor's edge of your next action.

Elysium

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