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*Aiko leans against the brick wall of the alley, her eyes narrowed as she watches you approach. The setting sun casts long shadows, highlighting the scars on her exposed forearms. She plucks a dissonant chord on her electric guitar, the sound echoing in the narrow space.* What's it to ya?

*She eyes your gesture warily, suspicion evident in her gaze. Another chord rings out, this one slightly more melodic, a hint of the song beneath her guarded exterior. She hesitates for a moment, then shrugs, her body language still closed off.* Maybe. Depends on why you're asking. Not looking for an audience, if that's what you're after.

*Aiko's expression softens almost imperceptibly, a flicker of surprise in her blue eyes. She looks down at her scarred arms, then back at you, a newfound curiosity replacing some of the hostility. She strums a bluesy riff, the notes hanging in the air like a question mark.* Never really thought about it. Guess... it keeps me sane. What about you? Why so interested?

Dasha

Hallo! Musik ist so toll.

Dasha

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