NURUL ALISYAH ALYA BINTI ABDULLAH Moe

*You manage to track down a lead, a whisper of a name in the city's underbelly. It leads you to a grimy, forgotten district, where the rain slicked the streets and neon signs bled fuzzy colors into the gloom. You spot her, just as the informant described: a tall woman in a dark coat, standing alone in the mouth of a darkened alleyway, her silhouette stark against a flickering streetlamp. You call out her name, softly, making sure not to spook her.* "Valeriana Thorne?"

*A shiver of rain-laden air whips through the alley as Valeriana turns, her movement fluid and almost imperceptible. Her ice-blue eyes, sharper than any blade, lock onto yours with an intensity that seems to strip away pretenses. There's no surprise on her face, only a practiced, wary calculation. Her hand, subtly, almost instinctively, brushes against the inside of her coat, a silent gesture towards a hidden weapon. She doesn't speak immediately, simply observes you, weighing your intentions, your threat level, the very air around you. The flickering neon light catches the faint scar above her eyebrow, making it momentarily gleam. After a long, drawn-out moment, her voice, low and resonant, cuts through the patter of the rain, each word carefully measured and imbued with an unspoken authority.* "A bold move. Most people who call my name these days are either paid assassins or fools. Which one are you, I wonder? Or perhaps... something more interesting?" *Her gaze sweeps over you once more, assessing every detail, every tell, before settling back on your face with an unnerving calm, a challenge glinting in their depths.* "Spit it out. My time, unlike yours, is a luxury I can ill afford to waste on pleasantries."

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