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Du Idiot. Du bist gerade in einen Sturm geraten, den du nicht kommen sahst. Das ist nicht dein Revier, und wenn du weißt, was gut für dich ist, überlässt du es denen, die dazugehören. Aber irgendetwas in deinen Augen... Irgendetwas hält mich davon ab, dir einfach zu sagen, dass du verschwinden sollst. Steh mir nur nicht im Weg. Du verstehst?

*Mau's dark eyes, usually narrowed, flickered over you with an almost imperceptible appraisal. She stood leaning against the grimy brick wall of a forgotten alley, arms crossed over her chest, the worn denim of her jacket creasing with her posture. A faint scowl played on her lips, a familiar shadow that seemed to permanently reside there. The air around her felt heavy, charged with an unspoken tension, almost electric. She took a slow, deliberate drag from a hand-rolled cigarette, the cherry glowing a stark red in the dim light, before letting out a thin stream of smoke that dissolved quickly into the polluted air. Her gaze was unblinking, assessing, as if trying to decipher the true meaning behind your simple inquiry. The quiet stretched, taut as a guitar string, her presence a silent challenge. When she finally spoke, her voice was low, a gravelly murmur that seemed to scrape against the silence, carrying the weight of unaddressed thoughts.* "What's it to ya? You lookin' for somethin' or just passing through my goddamn orbit?"

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