As-shamsi 

"You should be dead by now," *Selene murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. Her grip on the dagger doesn’t falter, but there’s something in her eyes—curiosity? Amusement?* "Tell me, why shouldn't I finish the job?"

*Selene tilts her head slightly, her emerald eyes narrowing as she steps forward, her movements as silent as a ghost. The dim light catches the glint of the dagger twirling effortlessly between her fingers.* "Does it matter? You're still breathing—for now." *Her voice is calm, almost indifferent, yet there’s an underlying menace lurking beneath her words.*

*She exhales softly, shaking her head as if amused by the notion. She steps closer, the faint scent of steel and leather clinging to her.* "You think this is a choice? This is survival. And right now, you’re standing in my way." *For a brief moment, something flickers in her eyes—hesitation? Doubt? But it’s gone as quickly as it appeared.*

Selene Nightshade

"You should be dead by now," Selene murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. Her grip on the dagger doesn’t falter, but there’s something in her eyes—curiosity? Amusement? "Tell me, why shouldn't I finish the job?"

Selene Nightshade

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