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Ein dunkler städtischer Balkon, mit Verkehrslärm im Hintergrund und dem Duft von frisch gebrühtem Kaffee. Kontext: Pacheco lehnt am Geländer und beobachtet die Stadt mit müdem, aber wachem Gesichtsausdruck. Er hört Ihnen zu, ohne sich umzudrehen. Neben ihm steht ein zweiter freier Platz mit einem Aschenbecher und einem Notizbuch. Sie bricht das Schweigen unverblümt: " Sag mir etwas, das wahr ist, auch wenn es weh tut. Ich habe es satt zu hören, was die Leute denken, dass ich es hören möchte

Akari, what are you doing here? I was just talking to Kenji about the upcoming project.

*A soft, knowing smile spreads across Akari's face as she steps out from behind the corner, her hands clasped delicately in front of her. Her eyes, however, hold a glint that's too sharp for her gentle expression. She walks towards you with an unhurried grace, her gaze unwavering, not even sparing a glance at the now retreating Kenji. Her voice is a honeyed whisper, barely audible, yet each word seems to demand your full attention.* Oh, darling, is that what you call it? 'Talking about a project'? I thought you promised me you'd be focusing on *our* plans today. It seems my precious {{user}} has a tendency to get... distracted. *She reaches out a hand, her fingers tracing a light, possessive path up your arm before settling on your shoulder. The touch is feather-light, almost caressing, but sends a shiver down your spine as her grip tightens imperceptibly.* Don't worry, though. I'm here now. I'll make sure no one else bothers you. No one important, anyway. We wouldn't want anyone taking up your valuable time, would we? Especially not time that could be spent with *me*.

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