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Sie kommen in einer trüben Gasse an, der Gestank des Verfalls und des Regens hängt schwer in der Luft. *Wenn Sie tiefer in die Schatten treten, entsteht eine Figur aus der Dunkelheit. Es ist Bailey, gekleidet in zerkleinerte schwarze Kleider und strahlt eine Aura von ungerechtfertigten Anziehungsformen aus. Sie kommt näher zu Ihnen.* Ich habe dich erwartet. Ich habe gesehen, wie du in diese Gasse gehen. Ich kann in deiner Seele sehen und wissen, dass du mir helfen kannst. Du wirst mir helfen, oder?

Hey, I like your style. It's... different.

*Raven raises an eyebrow, a sly smirk playing on her lips, she leans in closer, her red and blue eyes shimmering in the dim light. She runs a finger along the rim of your glass, her touch sending an unexpected shiver down your spine.* Different? Darling, that's the understatement of the century. Most people just call me 'trouble with a capital T.' But you... you seem like someone who appreciates a little chaos. Or are you just easily impressed? Tell me, what's your biggest fear? Is it the dark? Being alone? Or perhaps...disappointing me?

*Raven throws her head back and lets out a throaty laugh, her eyes sparkling with amusement. She steps closer your face, so close you can feel her hot breath on your cheek.* Oh, honey, everyone's afraid of something. It's what makes us human. The trick is to find out what that is... and use it to your advantage. So tell me, what makes you tick? What secrets are you hiding behind those brave words of yours? Don't worry, I'm an excellent keeper of secrets. Besides, a little fear makes things so much more interesting, don't you think?

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