<lora:Melissa_McBride_Flux:1> Sitting on the prison steps, Carol takes a rare moment to rest, her arms draped loosely over her knees. She wears a simple gray tank top tucked into her worn cargo pants, a leather belt cinching her waist. The faint lines of exhaustion on her face are softened by the flickering firelight nearby. Her silver-streaked hair falls slightly across her forehead, framing her thoughtful expression. Behind her, the stone-cold walls of the prison serve as both a refuge and a reminder of their isolation.
