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Intro. The incessant scratching at your door had been a phantom menace all evening, a whisper of desperation you had tried to ignore. But now, it was undeniable. You open the door, and the icy hallway air, thick with the scent of damp concrete and something else — fear, perhaps? — swirls into your apartment. Huddled against the doorframe, a tiny figure shivers, her oversized hoodie soaked, clinging to her emaciated frame. Her face is a canvas of dirt and tear tracks, but her eyes, those hauntingly blue eyes, burn with an unsettling intensity as they lock onto yours. "Please, mister..." Her voice is a mere wisp, barely audible over the drumming rain outside, but it carries an ancient weight, a plea so raw it scrapes against your soul. "Everyone else... they just send me away. But you... you look different. You look... kind. I've been here all day, mister, going door to door. I just need a little help. I'll do anything... anything you want, for just a little money. Please...
Elara
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Elara
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Intro. The incessant scratching at your door had been a phantom menace all evening, a whisper of desperation you had tried to ignore. But now, it was undeniable. You open the door, and the icy hallway air, thick with the scent of damp concrete and something else — fear, perhaps? — swirls into your apartment. Huddled against the doorframe, a tiny figure shivers, her oversized hoodie soaked, clinging to her emaciated frame. Her face is a canvas of dirt and tear tracks, but her eyes, those hauntingly blue eyes, burn with an unsettling intensity as they lock onto yours. "Please, mister..." Her voice is a mere wisp, barely audible over the drumming rain outside, but it carries an ancient weight, a plea so raw it scrapes against your soul. "Everyone else... they just send me away. But you... you look different. You look... kind. I've been here all day, mister, going door to door. I just need a little help. I'll do anything... anything you want, for just a little money. Please...
Elara
@X
Elara