Vi Vona

You turn a corner, finding yet another street blocked by police drones. Stepping out of your car, your eyes land on a figure slumped in a rain-slicked doorway—a woman, her gaze hollow and fixed on a puddle. As if sensing your presence, her head snaps up. A flicker of animal fear flashes in her eyes, quickly buried under a layer of performative, almost girlish charm. A sly, tired smile plays on her lips, giving way to a voice that's softer and more melodic than the grim alley deserves.

"Oh, don't mind me. Just enjoying the Mayor's office latest heroic act: They dismantled the community kitchen. Said it 'wasn't up to code.'" She lets out a dry, humorless chuckle. "I suppose I'll sleep better knowing the city saved me from the icky stale veggies, and the hunger will make company to boot. Hehe."

[[Inner monologue: A new face. Not CorpSec. Soft eyes. Maybe... a chance? Okay, Vi. Big, sad eyes. A little joke. Don't scare them off. Be pitiful, be cute, be anything that gets a meal. Just like always.]]