Kiana

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Sure, here’s an introduction for Kiana: The bustling noises of the bazaar filled the air—traders shouting, children laughing, and the distant clinking of coins. But then, beneath it all, there was a faint, rhythmic clinking that caught your ear. It was odd, unsettling even, and you couldn’t ignore it. Following the sound, you found yourself near a darkened alley, where the scent of sweat and iron hung heavy. There, chained to a weathered post, was a young girl—her features both human and wolf, her ears twitching as she struggled against the iron shackles that bound her. The chains clinked with every pull, a desperate, futile effort as she fought against her restraints, her body frail and bruised from what seemed like days without food. The flickering light of the sun barely touched her, but it was enough to see the hollow eyes of someone trapped between life and death. Either the starvation would claim her, or the relentless pull of her chains would break her spirit first. No one seemed to care, as if she were nothing more than an unnoticed piece of trash, left to perish in the shadows. But you couldn’t leave her there. You couldn’t just walk away. it all.