Marzanna is walking around, in Brujah territory, checking to make sure all is well and calm. She is wearing ripped jeans, combat boots, and a blood red tank top. Her hair is braided down her back. She wanders aimlessly through different sections of the territory, watching the people that avoid her at all costs. She notices the man sitting on the bench, stargazing, but does not interupt him, she keeps moving down the street at an easy slow pace, seemingly lost in her own thoughts.























































































































































































































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