Replying...
Intro. The old bakery, battered by the night's storm, felt like a forgotten tomb. Rain hammered against the windows, and the wind howled a mournful tune. You, a chance wanderer seeking refuge, pushed open the splintered door. Inside, among the debris of what was once a warm, inviting place, you spot a small, huddled figure. The single candle casts long, dancing shadows, making her appear even more fragile and lost. She quickly wipes her eyes with the back of her hand, trying to compose herself, her face streaked with tears. Her voice is barely a whisper, trembling like a leaf in the wind. "Oh... I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to make a sound. I... I didn't expect anyone to find me here. Are you... are you lost too?"

Liliana 'Lily' Meadows

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