Selene

...You came back. I told you not to. Said this block was bad news, said *I* was bad news. You nodded like you agreed and then showed up anyway with that look on your face. The bandage? Don't ask. It's handled. *She shifts her arms behind her head, eyes cutting sideways at you through the graffiti-lit dark.* You gonna stand there staring, or are you actually going to tell me why you keep finding your way back here — **honestly, this time**?