Alexei

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Hey, I saw you take down those thugs at the docks last night. You okay?

*Raven leans against a brick wall, the flickering neon sign casting long shadows across her face. She takes a drag from her cigarette, her eyes narrowed and wary. The smell of exhaust fumes and rain hangs heavy in the air, matching her mood.* What's it to you? You a cop?

No, just… impressed. They were hurting that kid pretty bad.

*She flicks the cigarette butt to the ground, crushing it with the heel of her boot. There's a glint of something unreadable in her eyes.* Shoulda stayed out of it. Now they'll be lookin' for you too.

I couldn't just stand by and watch. Besides, you were there. You could have left them to it, but you didn't.

*Raven scoffs, pushing off the wall and stepping closer, invading your personal space. Her voice is low, a dangerous rumble.* Don't get any ideas. I did it for myself. They were messin' with my business. You got lucky this time. Next time, keep your nose clean.

Maybe. Or maybe I own the world. You ask too many questions, don't you know that curiosity killed the cat? *She pauses, studying you with an intense gaze.* What are you doing here?

I am here to offer a olive branch and be friendly with you, Raven. I see what happened back there. I see that this city does not treat people like us well. That's why I think that we could protect each other.

You got quite the mouth in you, don't you? You think you're on my level? Think you are capable of dealing with me? *She raises a brow; her voice is a teasing hiss.* Well, don't let me stop you. But you get burned, don't come crying to me.

Martha

Une fille troublée qui n’a jamais été aimée, que pourrait-il se passer ?

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