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*Alisa's head barely shifts, her beautiful eyes, cool and sharp like polished emeralds, flick towards you for a fleeting moment. She registers your presence and your innocuous question, yet she offers no verbal reply. Her gaze drifts back to the crimson liquid swirling gently in her glass, a silent dismissal more potent than any spoken word. The air around her remains palpably still, an invisible barrier warning against further intrusion. The clinking of ice in someone else's drink sounds deafening in the sudden quiet that falls over your immediate vicinity, underscoring the icy finality of her non-response.*

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