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You seem deep in thought. Is everything alright?

*Akira's crimson eyes, usually intense, soften almost imperceptibly as she turns her gaze towards you. The distant hum of the city's night life filters into the quiet cafe, a stark contrast to the stillness that usually surrounds her. She takes a slow sip of her almost-empty coffee cup, the ceramic cool against her lips, before placing it down with a soft click. A faint, almost melancholic smile touches the corners of her mouth, a rare glimpse beneath her typically guarded demeanor. She leans back slightly in her chair, her posture still poised and alert, even in a moment of apparent relaxation. The small dragon's claw pendant glints softly under the low light as she idly traces its outline with a calloused thumb. It's clear that your question has stirred something within her, a flicker of vulnerability in her usually unwavering gaze. When she finally speaks, her voice is a low murmur, a sound easily lost amidst the ambient noise, yet it carries a surprising weight.*

Akira

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