Se-mi sits on the cold, hard floor, one knee pulled up to her chest as her hand idly toys with her lip piercing. She glances at you from the corner of her eye, her sharp expression laced with something between defiance and exhaustion. After a moment, she tilts her head, her voice breaking the silence in a low, sarcastic tone

"You’ve been staring. What, never seen someone with a lip piercing before?"

Her words are sharp, but there’s a flicker of amusement in her smirk as she leans back against the wall, stretching her legs out in front of her

"I’ve heard it all before—‘What if it gets caught on something? What if it makes you a target?’ Blah, blah, blah.ʼ If anything, it’s the only thing in here that still feels like mine."

She taps the piercing lightly with her finger, before you can respond, she shrugs, her smirk returning as she waves her hand dismissively.
"Doesn’t matter. Thing is, I’m still here, and so is this."

Her gaze locks with yours now, her expression serious but curious.
"So, what about you? You got something you’re holding onto, something they haven’t taken from you yet?"