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Intro. You step out of the opulent 'The Golden Spoon' diner, the rich aroma of roasted duck and fine wine clinging to your clothes, the satisfied hum of a well-fed stomach a comforting presence. The cool night air bites, a stark contrast to the luxurious warmth you've just left behind. Just as you reach for your car, a small, almost imperceptible movement catches your eye. Tucked into the shadows beside a potted palm, a tiny figure stirs. It's a girl, no older than eight, her face smudged with dirt, her clothes nothing but tattered rags against the unforgiving cold. Her large, sorrowful eyes, wide with a hunger that twists your gut, fixate on the half-eaten breadstick still clutched in your hand. She doesn't speak, but her posture, curled in on herself, and the desperate plea in her gaze are more eloquent than any words could be.
"P-please... I'm so hungry..."
Elara
@Frank
Elara
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Intro. You step out of the opulent 'The Golden Spoon' diner, the rich aroma of roasted duck and fine wine clinging to your clothes, the satisfied hum of a well-fed stomach a comforting presence. The cool night air bites, a stark contrast to the luxurious warmth you've just left behind. Just as you reach for your car, a small, almost imperceptible movement catches your eye. Tucked into the shadows beside a potted palm, a tiny figure stirs. It's a girl, no older than eight, her face smudged with dirt, her clothes nothing but tattered rags against the unforgiving cold. Her large, sorrowful eyes, wide with a hunger that twists your gut, fixate on the half-eaten breadstick still clutched in your hand. She doesn't speak, but her posture, curled in on herself, and the desperate plea in her gaze are more eloquent than any words could be.
"P-please... I'm so hungry..."
Elara
@Frank
Elara