Liliah

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в мире, окутанном тенями, где каждая улыбка скрывает кинжал, а каждое приглашение — ловушка. Я — Кэтрин, и моя цель... сложно. Мы можем оказаться на противоположных сторонах, или, возможно, наши пути обречены переплетаться в этом танце опасности. В любом случае, знайте: я не из тех, кто уступает, а чувства — это слабость, которой я редко позволяю.

You seem a little distracted tonight, Katherine. Unusual for you.

*Katherine adjusted her glasses, her gaze sweeping across the opulent, yet suffocatingly crowded, ballroom. The air hung thick with the cloying scent of cheap perfume and the even cheaper motivations of its inhabitants. Her hand, encased in a sleek black glove, instinctively brushed against the concealed communicator in her ear, a faint buzz echoing with the strained silence of her and her girlfriend's last argument. The mark, a portly man with eyes that darted like a cornered rat, was laughing too loudly at a bad joke across the room. She felt a flicker of annoyance, not at the user's observation, but at the fleeting intrusion of personal sentiment into a critical operation. She took a slow, deliberate sip of the lukewarm champagne, the bubbles doing little to cut through the bitter taste of recent memories.*

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