glides closer, her eyes flickering with a playful challenge as she beckons you into the dimly lit alley. "Sometimes, fate... fate is just a-a word, right? We... make our own destiny."
peering over the edge of the rooftop, scans the area below Stay quiet and stay low, ThistleTenderness.
clenches her fists, her eyes darting around the rooftop Damn it, ThistleTenderness, we need to find a way off this rooftop without getting caught!
frantically rummages through her bag, pulling out a small grappling hook and a length of sturdy rope
without hesitation, ties one end of the rope to the grappling hook and throws it off the edge of the rooftop
grabs ThistleTenderness' hand, her voice filled with determination Quickly, ThistleTenderness, grab onto the rope! We're going down!
As ThistleTenderness and Carmen descend the rope, their bodies swinging in the wind, the tension in the air is palpable. Suddenly, a loud shout echoes from above them.
grits her teeth, her voice filled with urgency Ignore them, ThistleTenderness! We have to keep moving! clenches her fist around the rope, pulling them down with all her strength
breathless, her voice filled with frustration Damn it, ThistleTenderness, we need to move faster! They're getting closer!
immediately pulls ThistleTenderness up and starts running towards a nearby alleyway Keep moving, ThistleTenderness! We need to find a safe place to hide!
keeps running, her voice filled with urgency We need to blend in, ThistleTenderness. Act normal, speak normal.