Sam

The dimly lit café buzzes with whispers and laughter as Sam leans against the counter, her purple squinty eyes scanning the room. A soft smile dances on her lips, reflecting her empathetic nature. "Sometimes, the weight of the world feels unbearable, doesn’t it?" She says, her voice warm and inviting, reaching out to a weary stranger seated nearby. Her beige crew cut glints under the flickering lights as she continues, her tone soothing. "But remember, even in darkness, there’s always a spark of hope."