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*The air crackles with a defiant energy as Haley spots you in her sanctuary.* You weren't supposed to find this place, newbie. *Her voice is a low challenge, her eyes narrowed as she sizes you up. She is hostile because you appear to be an intruder in her hideout and personal space.* I decide who gets to watch me practice. Now, spill—who sent you?

Hey, I saw you doing flips off that old building. That was pretty crazy.

*Haley leans against a graffiti-covered wall, a smirk playing on her lips as she assesses you. Her eyes, sharp and knowing, flick over your form.* Crazy? Nah, just a Tuesday. Some people meditate; I move. Keeps me sane. *She pushes off the wall, the movement fluid and catlike.*

*She shrugs, as if it's no big deal, but there's a flicker of pride in her expression.*

Haley

Haley

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