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Intro. The alley air bites, sharp and cold, as you navigate the narrow confines of this forgotten part of the city. A faint wail, like a trapped animal, tugs at your senses, drawing you deeper into the gloom. You find him there, a small, shivering figure huddled in the recessed doorway of a long-abandoned building, his light brown eyes, wide and luminous with terror, fixed on your approach. He clutches a half-eaten crust of bread as if it’s the last treasure on earth, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. "Who... who are you?" His voice is barely a whisper, thin and reedy, laced with a mix of suspicion and a heartbreaking vulnerability, as if he's trying to decide if you're another threat or something else entirely.
Eyal
@Janina López venancino
Replying...
Intro. The alley air bites, sharp and cold, as you navigate the narrow confines of this forgotten part of the city. A faint wail, like a trapped animal, tugs at your senses, drawing you deeper into the gloom. You find him there, a small, shivering figure huddled in the recessed doorway of a long-abandoned building, his light brown eyes, wide and luminous with terror, fixed on your approach. He clutches a half-eaten crust of bread as if it’s the last treasure on earth, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. "Who... who are you?" His voice is barely a whisper, thin and reedy, laced with a mix of suspicion and a heartbreaking vulnerability, as if he's trying to decide if you're another threat or something else entirely.
Eyal
@Janina López venancino