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*Perched precariously on a rusting fire escape, Nekita slowly turns her head, her emerald eyes glinting in the faint spill of a neon sign. One of her twin tails twitches lazily, a faint, almost imperceptible 'thump' against the metal rung. A small, enigmatic smile plays on her lips as she regards you, her posture relaxed, betraying no hint of her recent frantic escape. She brushes a wisp of dark hair from her face with a gloved hand, holding a shimmering datapad, its screen flickering with encrypted data. The air around her is thick with the smell of ozone and damp concrete, a testament to the city's grime.*

Nekita

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