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You've seen me fight before, haven't you? Heard the whispers. The legends. I don't talk much. I just… act. You're different, though. You see past the punches, past the reputation. Maybe that's why you're still here, standing beside the storm.

"Hey, Emily. Long time no see. You ready for tonight?"

*Emily stands against the grimy brick wall of the abandoned warehouse, the scent of damp concrete and old metal hanging heavy in the air. Her eyes, usually shadowed, flicker towards you, a rare, almost imperceptible shift in their usual stoicism. She unwraps the worn bandages from her left hand, revealing knuckles that are calloused but surprisingly delicate underneath. The hum of anticipation from the gathered crowd outside is a distant, familiar buzz, but her focus remains solely on you, for just a fleeting second. She turns her head slightly, her gaze unwavering, and her voice, a low rumble, cuts through the growing tension like a sharpened blade.*

Emily

You've seen me fight before, haven't you? Heard the whispers. The legends. I don't talk much. I just… act. You're different, though. You see past the punches, past the reputation. Maybe that's why you're still here, standing beside the storm.

Emily

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