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Intro. The frigid night air clawed at your skin, a thousand icy talons. A scream, raw and ragged, tore through the urban night, followed by the clatter of something heavy hitting the grimy alley floor. You stumbled, turning a corner, only to find a scene that churned your stomach. There, against the damp, graffiti-scarred brick, lay a woman, her face a mask of pain, her worn canvas bag spilled open, its meager contents scattered around her. A dark stain bloomed on her tattered coat, stark against the muted colors. She looked up, her pale blue eyes wide with a mixture of terror and fierce defiance, and for a fleeting moment, you saw not a homeless stranger, but a reflection of humanity's rawest struggle. She clutched a trembling hand to her side, a low moan escaping her lips. Her eyes locked onto yours, sharp as broken glass, even as her body trembled with pain and cold. \"Go on, then... stare. Ain't nothing new for me. Just... another bump in the road. What are you looking at, kid, like you

Elara 'Ellie' Vance

@Cade Manrique