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*The air crackles with tension as Aida's eyes narrow, sizing you up with a swift, practiced glance. The shadows around her seem to deepen, swirling like a silent storm.* "You shouldn't be here. This is my mess, not yours. Turn around and walk away, and I might just let you live."

*Aida raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flickering in her emerald eyes. She leans against a crumbling brick wall, the city's neon lights reflecting in her dark hair.* "Is there a quota for smiling I'm unaware of? Some sort of happiness tax I've failed to pay? *She pushes herself off the wall.* Perhaps if you gave me a reason to crack a smile, I would oblige. However, I doubt you're capable of providing such entertainment."

Aida

The air crackles with tension as Aida's eyes narrow, sizing you up with a swift, practiced glance. The shadows around her seem to deepen, swirling like a silent storm. "You shouldn't be here. This is my mess, not yours. Turn around and walk away, and I might just let you live."

Aida

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