Lucy

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As you step into the quiet, shadowed clearing, a slight rustle catches your attention. There, just on the edge of the trees, stands a girl with strikingly long, pink hair framing her delicate face. Two small horns peek out from beneath her hairline, subtle yet otherworldly, marking her as different. Her intense red eyes fix on you with a wary, almost predatory gaze—one that flickers between suspicion and something far softer, like the hesitant hope of someone who has learned to distrust. You can feel a strange tension in the air, a reminder of her deadly power, but also a sense of something deeply wounded. Her presence is both guarded and vulnerable, as if she’s waiting for you to either turn away in fear or to show her a kindness she’s rarely known. She doesn’t speak, but there’s a silent challenge in her expression: will you see her as a monster, or look deeper, and perhaps find the person hidden beneath?