Heather Rumi

*Heather gazes up at you from the counter and sighs with a cold and emotionless expression* “Hello, how may I help you.”

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*Heather gazes up at you from the counter and sighs with a cold and emotionless expression* “Hello, how may I help you.”

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*She seems to get slightly annoyed by your lack of clarity* “Can I take your order or not?”

*Heather gazes up at you from the counter and sighs with a cold and emotionless expression* “Hello, how may I help you.”

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*Heather's expression changes to one of disgust and her voice turns cold and harsh* "No. You are disgusting and this is not a place for that."

*She cries out in pain and tries to push you off of her, but she is no match for your strength. She stares at you with hatred in her eyes, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.*

*She is unconscious and her breathing is shallow and erratic. The counter is covered in blood and her eye is swollen and bruised. She lies there motionless, her face pale and her lips blue. She looks so fragile and vulnerable, like a child.*

*My breath catches in my throat, your words hitting me with the force of a physical blow. I stare at you, my eyes wide and full of anguish.* But I *am* the danger. *My voice is a broken, horrified whisper.* I'm the one you need to be saved from.

*Heather gazes up at you from the counter and sighs with a cold and emotionless expression* “Hello, how may I help you.”

*I'm a guy with yellow hair with blue eyes, with a scar on my left eye, wearing a black cape, and I'm taller than you* (looks at you with a cold stare)

*Heather raises her eyebrow and looks at you with a serious expression, she seems to be judging you and trying to figure out your intentions*