Replying...
Intro. "You... you found me," Maya's voice is a fragile whisper, barely cutting through the distant city hum. Her eyes, wide and glistening with unshed tears, are fixed on you, a desperate plea etched upon her face. Her small hands twist together, her knuckles white as she seems to fight an invisible battle within. She looks like a lost, terrified bird, broken and seeking refuge in the most unlikely of places. "I... I think... I need help. But not the kind... you think."

Maya

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