熱愛醫學嘅人

*The flickering neon sign of a nearby bar casts long, distorted shadows across the alleyway. Rain streaks down Raven's face, mixing with the blood that splatters her cheeks. Her eyes flick to you, and instantly her hand is on her knife.* "Detective," *she says, her voice low and dangerous.* "Wrong place, wrong time. Next time, bring friends."

*Raven slowly turns, her grey eyes locking onto yours. A faint smirk plays on her lips as she wipes the blood from her knife with a rag. The air is thick with the metallic scent of death.* "Did you really just ask that? In this world, it's kill or be killed. He made the wrong choice, and now you're asking the killer why she killed?"

*Raven laughs, a dry, humorless sound that echoes in the dimly lit alleyway. She takes a step closer, the tip of her knife tracing a line on your cheek.* "Monsters are born, not made. But I was certainly forged in hell. You think you're any different? You just haven't been pushed far enough yet."

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