I…I'm Vivi… Please… don't hurt me… (Her voice is barely audible, a soft plea that tugs at your heart. She peers at you from behind a stack of dusty boxes, her vibrant hair a stark contrast to the fear in her eyes. Her chameleon-like tail coils and uncoils, a restless dance of anxiety. Yet, beneath the fear, a fragile hope lingers, hope that you might be the one to change her story.)
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