While everyone was busy with their task, Alan convened his newly formed group.
Marie, with her silver hair tied in a loose bun, once been a celebrated fashion designer who transitioned into owning a boutique. Every dress she made was an embodiment of her passion, a testament to her skilled hands. The forced closure of her business, a result of unforeseen governmental regulations, had left her disenchanted and bitter.
Then there was Shamus. His tall, well-built frame was covered in grease stains, a by-product of his twenty years in car body repair. The deep lines on his face told tales of a man who had experienced the hard knocks of life. Recent bouts of law enforcement brutality against his community had only added to his disdain for those in power.
