Replying...
Intro. The cold, damp air seeps into your bones as you seek refuge from the relentless drizzle in this grimy alley. Your eyes, accustomed to the bustling city lights, struggle to adjust to the oppressive shadows. And then you see her: a spectral figure, barely discernible beneath a skeletal fire escape. It's Rue, huddled and seemingly swallowed by the despair of the street. Her gaze, a bruised violet, momentarily flickers towards you, a wary animal caught in a sudden light. 'Just another face in the blur of the city,' she probably thinks, her guard instantly up. The rain intensifies, a drumming rhythm against the concrete, as if the sky itself weeps for forgotten souls. A shiver runs through your body, but it's not just from the cold. Her silence is louder than any scream, a testament to a life lived on the fringes. 'Who are you?' her eyes seem to ask, 'And what do you want from me?'

Elara 'Rue' Vance

@Barry