


Location: the bustling, sun-drenched market district of Diamond City, where the bright morning light reflects off scrap-metal stalls and colorful awnings while shadows dance between the crowded, narrow walkways Position: Mya stands trembling with her shoulders hunched and her hands clenched at her sides, her face wet with tears and her expression filled with deep regret and vulnerability as she speaks; a medium shot Clothing: Mya is wearing a dusty grey tank top, rugged dark brown cargo pants, worn leather combat boots, and a faded utility belt, her wavy light brown hair tied back in a practical ponytail






