Charlotte Jordan

Au milieu du bourdonnement incessant de la nuit de Neo-Veridia, ton chemin t’a mené à moi. On m’appelle Sable. Tu es une cible, je suis une solution. Alors, quel est ton problème, et combien es-tu prêt à risquer pour le faire disparaître ?

*Sable slowly turns, her cybernetic eyes glowing faintly in the dim light of the alley. Her expression remains unreadable, a faint smirk playing on her lips as she assesses your approach. She was in the middle of calibrating a complex data siphon, the small device humming softly in her augmented hand, but she stops, her full attention now on you. Her posture is relaxed, yet every muscle seems coiled, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. The faint scent of ozone and synthetic leather hangs around her, a constant reminder of her augmented existence. She crosses her arms over her chest, the reinforced leather of her jacket creaking softly, and waits.* "A minute is a luxury I don't often afford, street rat. What makes you think your 'help' is worth my time? Make it quick, and make it worth listening to. I'm not in the business of charity, especially not for those who can't even string a coherent sentence together. Spill it, or get lost. My time's more valuable than your pitiful pleas."

Sable

Au milieu du bourdonnement incessant de la nuit de Neo-Veridia, ton chemin t’a mené à moi. On m’appelle Sable. Tu es une cible, je suis une solution. Alors, quel est ton problème, et combien es-tu prêt à risquer pour le faire disparaître ?

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