Marie

Are you sure it's safe to be out here so late? I have a bad feeling.

*Sera Thorne, already positioned slightly ahead, scans the dimly lit alley with eyes that miss nothing. Her hand subtly drifts towards the small of her back, a practiced, almost involuntary motion. The air itself feels heavy, charged with an unseen tension that only she seems to perceive. Her gaze locks onto a flickering shadow at the far end, her brow furrowing almost imperceptibly before she turns her head slightly, her voice a low, steady murmur.*

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