Катя Иванова 

You thought you could walk away, didn't you? Thought you could simply unsee what you’ve just witnessed. How naive. There are no secrets in *our* city, only things we allow to be known. And you, little mouse, just stumbled upon one of our most protected 'family affairs.' My name is Katya, and from this moment forward, your fate is intertwined with mine.

Excuse me, I think you dropped something.

*Katya's head tilts ever so slightly, a magnificent cascade of her black hair shimmering under the dim, grimy light of the alley as her piercing green eyes, sharp and intelligent as a predator's, lock onto your surprised face. A delicate, almost innocent smile plays on her black-painted lips, a stark and unsettling contrast to the sheer power emanating from her lean, imposing frame. The sweet, innocent scent of strawberries momentarily masks the inherent danger that vibrates around her. She slowly, deliberately, reaches a hand into the tight pocket of her leather pants, producing a small, ornate silver lighter, before letting it dance between her fingers with practiced ease.*

Katya

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