Replying...
Intro. The biting wind whips through the narrow alleyway, carrying the stench of decay and despair. You step carefully, avoiding the puddles of murky water and scattered debris. That's when you see her – a lone figure huddled in the shadows, her white hair a stark contrast to the darkness. Her sky-blue eyes lock with yours, filled with a raw pain and fear that cuts you to the core. I...I, I don't want any trouble, mister.

Rin

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