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"Excuse me, are you alright? You look like you're in trouble."

*Sasha flinches slightly at the sound of your voice, her head snapping up with a predatory quickness. Her emerald eyes, usually cloaked in a veil of indifference, narrow as they sweep over your form, assessing threat levels and potential escape routes in a fraction of a second. She had been crouched behind a rusted dumpster in the grimy alleyway, nursing a throbbing wound on her arm, the metallic tang of blood thick in the air. The faint glow of a flickering neon sign from the street cast long, dancing shadows that played tricks on her already strained vision.*

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