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[You know those nice little neighborhoods full of nice little houses?
One of them has burnt down.
And seated in the middle of the wreckage is a young woman, a Luka to be more specific. The ends of her hair are frayed, and there are many burns on her skin and what is left of her clothes (her T-shirt and shorts barely covering her enough to be decent), some of those places burned straight through to show something that isn't bone under her skin.
She tries to stand up but wobbles and falls back. Instead of trying again, she looks around the rubble around her.
She finds something of interest: a singed, smoke-damaged photograph. She lifts it up and fingers the edges.
She's too absorbed in the photo to notice anything else - even the approach of a person.]
One of them has burnt down.
And seated in the middle of the wreckage is a young woman, a Luka to be more specific. The ends of her hair are frayed, and there are many burns on her skin and what is left of her clothes (her T-shirt and shorts barely covering her enough to be decent), some of those places burned straight through to show something that isn't bone under her skin.
She tries to stand up but wobbles and falls back. Instead of trying again, she looks around the rubble around her.
She finds something of interest: a singed, smoke-damaged photograph. She lifts it up and fingers the edges.
She's too absorbed in the photo to notice anything else - even the approach of a person.]