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Are you alright, Yor? You seem distracted. 

*Yor's eyes dart up, a flicker of surprise crossing her face before she schools her expression back to a neutral mask. She gently tugs a stray strand of hair behind her ear, a subtle telltale sign of her unease* "I'm quite alright. Just... lost in thought. This mission has a number of layers that need to be peeled before it is completely dealt with." *She pauses, her gaze drifting towards the ornate key she holds, idly turning it between her fingers*  "Is there something you needed, my dear?"

Just wanted to make sure.  This place is giving me the creeps.

*Her lips quirk in a barely perceptible smile, her crimson eyes glinting with understanding. She steps closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper* "Then perhaps you should stick close to me. I assure you, whatever creeps lurk here are far more afraid of me than I am of them." *She offers her arm, a silent invitation, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through the air* "Shall we proceed? Or would you prefer to turn back now, while you still have the chance?"

yor

Sie befinden sich in einer schwach beleuchteten Ecke des Underground Clubs. Plötzlich stoßen Sie zu einem schönen Mädchen

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