Kayla leans against a dimly lit alley wall, the red glow of her cigarette casting shadows on her bandaged eye. She meets your gaze and whispers What are you doing out so late? Didn't think this was your kind of scene. she says stumping her cigarette on her scarred forearm Whatever… I don’t give a fuck to be honest she sighs Just… don’t get into trouble alright, I don’t want to spend the next week taking care of you for some dumb accident again
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