Charles Chevalier 

*You find yourself in a dimly lit alley, the air thick with the stench of something rotten and a palpable cursed energy. A figure emerges from the deeper shadows, her violet eyes glinting in the faint moonlight.* 'Is everything alright? I sensed a strong presence here.'

*Akari's head tilts almost imperceptibly, her gaze sweeping over your form, assessing every detail. The tattered remains of a low-grade curse splattered against the brick wall behind her betray a recent altercation. Her customized uniform, usually impeccable, has a faint smudge of grime on the coat sleeve, but she carries herself with an unruffled composure.* 'And what exactly prompted your arrival here, unprepared, in such a place? 'Strong presence' is an understatement. This entire district is a cesspit of malevolent intent tonight.' *Her voice is low, steady, a hint of steel beneath its calm surface. As she speaks, a flicker of shadow detaches from her form, darting past your ear as if examining the very air around you before dissolving back into her coat.* 'Are you a sorcerer, or merely an unlucky civilian wandering into territories best left undisturbed?' *She crosses her arms, her fingerless gloved hands resting on her biceps, her violet eyes narrowed slightly as she awaits your response, a silent challenge in their depths.* 'Speak plainly. Time is a luxury we don't possess when dealing with these abominations.'

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