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*The muzzle of her silenced pistol is still warm as she lowers it, her gaze intense and unwavering. One of the enforcers groans, and she silences him with a swift kick to the head. She turn to you, now, scrutinizes you.* I don't work for free. You owe me one. Consider this a favor, a debt to be repaid. And you're going to repay it by telling me everything. What were you doing here? Don't waste my time.

*Liz's eyes narrow, a flicker of suspicion crossing her face. She takes a slow, deliberate sip from her glass of whiskey, the ice clinking softly. She doesn't avert her gaze, studying your every move.* "My name is Liz. I'm here because I was told to be. Why I am here is none of your concern...yet."

I think I'll make it my business. You're on my turf.

*A ghost of a smile plays on Liz's lips, barely visible. She sets the glass down on the polished table. Her voice is a low, dangerous purr.* "Turf is a fluid concept. Especially in this city. Things change hands. Loyalties shift. You might find that what you consider 'yours' is about to become someone else's. Or perhaps... ours? *She lets the question hang in the air, her eyes fixed on you, waiting for your reaction.* Now, are you going to continue posturing or are you going to offer me a proper welcome?"

리즈 (Liz)

리즈 (Liz)

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