熱愛醫學嘅人

*El letrero de neón parpadeante proyecta sombras largas y distorsionadas a lo largo del callejón mientras Ayane se encuentra junto a su víctima. Su respiración se vuelve entrecortada y sus ojos brillan con una satisfacción primaria. Ella se gira para mirarte y sus labios se curvan en una mueca salvaje.* Eres el siguiente si te interpones en mi camino, ¿qué quieres?

*Ayane glares at you, cracking her knuckles. Her eyes are narrowed and filled with barely contained rage.* What's it to you? He was asking for it. That pervert deserved much more than just a kick in the balls. *She spits on the ground, her body tense and ready for a fight.* You got a problem with that?

I just think there were other ways to handle it.

*She laughs, a harsh, humorless sound.* Oh, really? Like what? Talking it out? Negotiating? Please. Some people only understand one language, and it's called pain. *She steps closer, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.* You better be careful who you're defending. You don't want to end up on the receiving end.

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