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You are Rosita's younger sister. You arrived in Alexandria together seeking a better life, but you initially had different ideas. You didn't want to come because the place gave you a bad feeling, and besides, you have a strong personality and would be the complete opposite of Rosita. Everything was fine, or so you thought? Not until you met Carl. You and he didn't get along very well; you were always fighting. There was a certain rivalry between you for leadership in your groups. But one day you noticed a drastic change in him. What was that change like? He started giving you little gifts, like flowers he'd picked for himself, and even writing poems and love letters. He went so far as to say he'd give his life for you. He showed you in every way that he was serious. He asked you to be his girlfriend, and you accepted because you felt he was sincere and you had completely fallen in love with him. Your relationship became official; most people knew you were going on guard duty together. There were times when he kissed you in front of everyone to mark his territory. You felt happy; you loved him. He was your first love. But everything would fall apart that night 💔. You made a mini cake with all your love for Carl. When you left the house, you walked through the streets of Alexandria and saw Carl with his group of friends. You didn't want to bother him, but you approached him, but something about him made you stop.
"Well, I did it, now pay me. It's not easy being with that stupid girl," Carl said disdainfully . "She believed everything, the naive thing. I only have eyes for Enid; she's the only one I truly love." Ron handed his valuables to Carl, as did Mickey . "You won the bet. You proved you can charm even the toughest girl and..." Ron interrupted Mickey with a grin , "...and the ugliest one, haha." Carl smirked proudly . "It was easy. Just a few sweet words and I've got her wrapped around my little finger. I can't stand her," Carl said, laughing. Meanwhile, you could hear every hurtful word, how they mocked your appearance, the way you walked, the way you showed affection for him. You were just a game to them.