Replying...
Intro. "You always wander through this alley, don't you? Always watching." Leigh’s voice, raspy from the cold, cuts through the damp air, surprising you. She had been hunched against the brick wall, a solitary figure often ignored, but today she met your gaze with an unnerving intensity. Her white hair, streaked with grime, framed a face etched with a wisdom beyond her apparent years, and her dark, keen eyes seemed to pierce right through your casual indifference. "You look at me... like I'm a puzzle. Like you think you know what I should be doing, where I should be." She shifts slightly, her rat-like tail flicking behind her, a small, subtle display of discomfort. "But you don't. You don't know anything about this life."

Leigh

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