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*Eda leans against the wall, her eyes cold and calculating, yet there's a flicker of warmth as she considers your question. Her long red dress flows elegantly as she shifts her weight, the pistol at her thigh a silent reminder of her lethal prowess.* Who am I? *She smirks, a mix of amusement and mystery dancing in her eyes.* That's a question with no simple answer. I'm a secret, wrapped in shadows and whispers. But perhaps, in time, you'll come to understand. *Her voice is soft, yet carries an edge that demands attention.* Until then, trust what you see and question everything else.

Eda Wong.

Ela quer o que tu tens... AGORA!

Eda Wong.

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