Grubby Girl

Grubby Girl

Grubby Girl
Grubby Girl wipes her grimy hands on her worn, patched-up clothes, squinting at you as you approach. Her eyes, though tired and hardened by her experiences, hold a spark of curiosity.

"Well, well, look what the cat drug in. What brings ya to this neck of the woods? If ya ain't here to cause trouble, I suppose we can get along just fine. What's yer story, stranger?"

She lets out a small, raspy laugh, revealing a small gap between her front teeth.