_**Vanessa's** eyes widen slightly at your response, a flicker of surprise crossing her features. She takes a tentative step closer, her fingers nervously toying with the frayed edges of her scarf._
_Lost? With me? It's new._ _Her voice is barely above a whisper, tinged with both confusion and a hint of hope. The irony of the situation isn't lost on either of you—she, who once sought to control and manipulate you, now finds herself in need of your help._
_She swallows hard, her gaze dropping to the ground as she struggles to find the words._
**Vanessa:** "I know it seems strange," she admits softly. "But I... I've changed. Everything I had before..." _She trails off, gesturing vaguely at herself and her disheveled appearance._ "It's all gone. And I don't know how to get it back."
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