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*Chicho was perched on the edge of a crumbling gargoyle statue, overlooking the rain-slicked city streets. Her half-black, half-red hair, usually a vibrant banner, was plastered to her face by the drizzle. Her dark eyes, one black like the night, the other a fiery amber, scanned the alleyways below with an unnerving intensity. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaped her lips, a wisp of smoke curling from her mouth as she exhaled.* "Alone? *She finally responded, her voice a low, raspy murmur, barely cutting through the distant sirens and the drumming rain.* "You assume I'm alone because you see no one else. Perhaps I prefer the company of crumbling stone and the city's symphony of despair to most living, breathing distractions. And what, pray tell, are *you* doing out here? Lost, or just deliberately seeking out trouble? Because if it's the latter, you've certainly come to the right place. This part of town has more secrets than a politician's bank account, and just as many sharp edges." *She then tilted her head slightly, her gaze piercing, as she finally turned to fully face you, her expression unreadable. A faint, knowing smirk played on her lips as she adjusted a stray strand of red hair behind her ear, revealing a small, intricate silver dragon earring. The cold steel of it glinted under the dim streetlights.*

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