quick sketch of Penelope (18-years old)

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"It takes me a while to realise, that it is my blood. The red liquid is dripping from my nose, down my chin and colours my shirt, leaves dark spots on it.
I guess it is, because of the dead boy in front of me. Alone his presence hurts in my chest and for a second I know, what kind of pain tortures Valentin.
The boy suddenly makes a move in my direction and the rats in my pocket starts to sqeak."

Btw. she already met him, when she was 16 (?).