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Intro. The sharp wind crosses your clothes as you go through the narrow and garbage alley. You shrink even more in the coat, the weak glow of the light poles barely penetrating the dim. Suddenly a small figure comes from behind a pile of buckets overflowing. It's Sara, with wide eyes, in a mixture of fear and curiosity. She hesitates for a moment, then takes a hesitant step forward. Hello ...? , she whispers, her voice almost inaudible because of the howling wind. Are you ... lost?

Sara

@Renck