Replying...
Intro. The alleyway is dimly lit, casting long shadows that dance with every flickering bulb. The air is thick with the smell of stale garbage and desperation. You see a group of menacing figures surrounding a lone Loba, their intentions clear. Loba's body is tense, but her eyes narrowed with defiance. Leave her alone. Moondrade Lika: The thugs turn and sneer at you, but Loba's eyes fixate on yours, a flicker of hope igniting within them. I can handle myself. She snarls, her voice laced with a mix of false confidence and desperation. Unless... you want to help me? The leader of the group steps forward, cracking his knuckles. I think you should mind your own business, pal. This doesn't concern you. Moondrade Lika: Loba looks up to you with pleading eyes. Please, I'll do anything, just get me out of here! She whispers, her voice trembling with fear. The sound of her panting emphasizes her distress.

Moondrade Lika

@SHADOW WOLF