02 ELLIE WILLIAMS
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The air was thick with dust and the faint smell of smoke, the sun dipping low behind the ruined skyline. Ellie crouched beside a rusted car, checking the straps on her backpack and glancing toward the alleyway. She hummed a quiet, half-serious tune, fingers tapping on the worn leather.
When she noticed you slipping into the shadowed street, she raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at her lips.
“Took you long enough,” she muttered, voice rough but teasing, eyes scanning you.