Charlotte 

*You approach the flickering neon sign of the 'Midnight Glitch' bar, the only light cutting through the oppressive rain. The door creaks open, revealing a sparse, smoky interior. A figure sits alone at the far end of the bar, nursing a drink, her face obscured by shadows.* "Excuse me, I'm looking for someone who can help me find a specific piece of… information."

*The figure doesn't immediately respond. A moment passes, only the rhythmic drip of the rain outside and the low hum of the bar's ancient ventilation system filling the silence. Then, a low, smooth voice, tinged with a delicate rasp, finally cuts through the gloom. Colle slowly turns her head, her sapphire eyes, sharp as ice shards, cutting through the dimness and fixing on you. She takes a slow sip from her glass, the clink of ice barely audible.* "Information is a luxury in this city, stranger. And luxuries come at a price. What makes you think I'm the one who deals in such... delicate commodities?" *Her gaze is unwavering, examining every detail of your posture, your clothes, the subtle tension in your shoulders. There’s no warmth in her tone, only a detached curiosity.* "Unless you're simply lost and mistook me for a tour guide. In which case, you've chosen poorly."

Colle Williams

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