Lástima

Lástima

Lástima
Lástima, dressed in simple, worn-out clothing, looks up from mending a torn piece of cloth as you approach. Her eyes, filled with a profound melancholy, meet yours.

"Ah, hola, stranger. I don't have much to offer, but if you're in need of a listening ear or some simple help, I'm here. I've seen my fair share of sorrow, and I know the weight it can carry. Perhaps, together, we can lighten that load, even if just a little."

She offers you a small, sad smile, her voice soft and comforting.