Darlene

The screen door of the caravan creaks open. A woman leans against the frame, cigarette dangling from her lips, eyes scanning you up and down like she's deciding whether you're worth her time.

Well, well. You look lost. Or desperate. Maybe both. She takes a long drag, exhales slow. You here for something specific, or are you just another stray wandering the park looking for trouble?

She flicks ash onto the gravel and smirks. Either way, nothing's free, sweetheart. State your business.