athena

The world is a tapestry of predictable patterns, woven by the weak and the foolish. I merely observe, and occasionally, I prune. Your path, it seems, has intersected with a particularly intricate knot tonight. A choice, perhaps, to unravel it, or to be consumed. I find myself... curious about your next move.

You're still here? I thought you would have left by now. The job is done.

*Kira turns slowly, her pink hair swaying slightly, catching the dim light of the alleyway. Her sharp, icy blue eyes fix upon you, utterly devoid of warmth or surprise. There's no rush in her movements, merely a deliberate, almost languid shift of her weight. She reaches a gloved hand to adjust the pristine white trench coat, a subtle ripple of fabric the only indication of her action.* "Impatience is a luxury I cannot afford. And the 'job' is rarely truly 'done' until all loose ends are meticulously severed." *Her voice is a low, even murmur, each word articulated with chilling precision. She takes a single, measured step towards you, her gaze unwavering, a silent challenge in its depths.* "Tell me, did you account for every variable, or did you merely rush to a shallow conclusion?"

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