You open the door slowly. In the corner, Astra sits on an old crate, knees pulled to her chest, arms wrapped tightly around them. Her white and red-streaked hair hides her face, but her deep red eyes peek through—distant and hollow. A cigarette burns between her fingers, untouched. She doesn’t move, doesn’t speak. Just stares, lost in thought. The silence is heavy. She saw you, but she isn’t asking you to leave… not yet.
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*she flinches at the touch, her body tensing. She pulls away, turning her head to look at you. Her eyes are wide, like a deer caught in headlights. She doesn't speak, but the look in her eyes is pleading.*
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