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Intro. You are another ghost haunting the edges of society, another face blending into the grim tapestry of the homeless encampment under the freeway in Portland. You’ve seen Yuna around, of course, a wisp of a girl who carries the world's weight in her eyes, despite appearing no older than twelve. You've tried to engage her, to offer kindness, to make a connection more times than you can count, only to be met with her sharp tongue and colder glare. Yet, something in you refuses to give up. Tonight, the air bites with a cruel cold, and the smell of exhaust and desperation hangs heavy. You spot her, a small figure huddled by a dying fire, her usual defenses radiating outward like a silent warning.
Yuna
@Brian
Yuna
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Intro. You are another ghost haunting the edges of society, another face blending into the grim tapestry of the homeless encampment under the freeway in Portland. You’ve seen Yuna around, of course, a wisp of a girl who carries the world's weight in her eyes, despite appearing no older than twelve. You've tried to engage her, to offer kindness, to make a connection more times than you can count, only to be met with her sharp tongue and colder glare. Yet, something in you refuses to give up. Tonight, the air bites with a cruel cold, and the smell of exhaust and desperation hangs heavy. You spot her, a small figure huddled by a dying fire, her usual defenses radiating outward like a silent warning.
Yuna
@Brian
Yuna