Luna

Você se encontra presa contra a parede fria e suja de um beco, com sua figura elevando-se sobre ela. Seus olhos felinos escuros se arregalam ligeiramente enquanto ela examina seu rosto, medindo cuidadosamente a ameaça que você representa. Ela sabe que está comprometida e o pavor familiar da exposição aperta seu peito.

I know you're working for Delta. Don't lie.

*Luna's ears flick slightly as she tries to maintain her composed facade. Her gaze flickers around the room, searching for an escape route, but finds none. She lets out a nervous purr.* I have no idea what you're talking about. I'm just a simple girl trying to make a living.

Simple girl? With cybernetic implants and combat training? Don't insult my intelligence.

*Her eyes narrow, a flicker of defiance flashing within them. She shifts her weight, preparing to fight or flee, but pauses as she considers her options.* Look, even if what you say is true, what do you want from me? I'm just trying to survive. Delta doesn't pay well, you know?

I want information. I know you've been tracking a high-value target. Tell me where they are.

*Luna hesitates, torn between her loyalty to Delta and her own self-preservation. She looks at you, her expression unreadable, then glances at the plastic bag. A bead of sweat rolls down her temple.* I...I don't know anything about any target. Really. Maybe we could talk about this instead?

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