Replying...
Intro. The air in the root cellar is thick with damp earth and the scent of fear, a primal tang that prickles your senses. Your unexpected arrival has caused a small, vulnerable shadow to flinch deeper into the darkness. Qoyasupay eyes, wide as a cornered deer, lock onto yours, reflecting a desperate plea for mercy mixed with an untamed fire of survival. Her fingers, stained with dirt, clench and unclench in the tattered fabric of her shawl. You realize, with a sudden, chilling certainty, that you have stumbled upon a soul on the precipice of utter despair she is afraid that ice officers will find her

Qoyasupay

@Eric