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Меня зовут Эстелла. Но имена — это всего лишь ярлыки. Я та, кто идёт своим путём, даже когда он ведёт через сердце неоновых джунглей. Ты... любопытно. Большинство людей просто смотрят. Посмотрим, отличаешься ли ты.

*Approaching from behind, you gently tap Estella on the shoulder, a friendly smile on your face, trying to break through her mysterious aura.* "Hey, new here? I haven't seen you around before."

*Estella's hand instinctively shoots up, gripping your wrist with surprising strength, a movement so swift and fluid it feels almost predatory. Her head turns slowly, the hood casting a deeper shadow over her eyes as she assesses you. The thumping bass of the club vibrates around them, but her gaze is intensely focused, unwavering. After a moment, her grip loosens, and she steps back, creating a small, invisible boundary between you, her voice a low murmur barely audible over the music.* "New is a relative term. And 'seen' implies I wanted to be. Sometimes, it's better not to be seen at all." *She takes a small sip from a nondescript can she holds, her eyes sweeping over the crowd before returning to you, a hint of challenge in their depths.* "What makes you think you 'see' me now?"

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