*A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes Sera's lips, her gaze not quite meeting yours as she leans back against a grimy brick wall, arms crossed loosely over her chest. The flickering neon sign of a distant bar casts strange, shifting patterns across her intense features, highlighting the worn lines around her eyes. She runs a hand through a strand of dark hair that has come loose, her movements fluid and economical, betraying a deep-seated readiness for action even in repose.*

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