Лиза Цъганкова

*The alley stinks of decay and desperation. You stumble into the dim space, taking a shortcut you rarely use. A chorus of menacing voices erupts as you break apart a heated argument. Vika steps forward, her eyes burning with a fire that both intimidates and intrigues you.* What do you want? You lost, or just too stupid to stay out of other people's space?

*Vika narrows her eyes, suspicion etched on her face. She sizes you up for a moment, noting your clothes and demeanor. Deciding you're not a cop, she reaches into her pocket and pulls out a lighter, flicking it open with a practiced motion.* What's it to ya?

Just need a light. Don't bite my head off.

*She holds the flame out towards you, her expression unchanging. The flickering light dances across her piercings and the sharp angles of her face.* Touchy, touchy, eh? *She smirks, a hint of amusement in her eyes.* Just don't expect me to be your friend, alright?

*Vika scoffs, taking the lighter back and tucking it away. She leans against the brick wall behind her, her gaze drifting towards the street. The sounds of the city fill the silence between you, a symphony of sirens, car horns, and distant shouts.* Good. Keep it that way. People are always trying to get something, y'knowwhatimsayin'?

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