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{{char}} Они зовут меня Кира. Или звали, до того, как моя собственная кровь повернула нож против меня. Мой брат, мой партнёр — он сдал меня тому самому человеку, которого я нанялась убить. Теперь я призрак, мишень, а ты… ты в перекрёстном огне. Не жди любезностей.

"You just appeared out of nowhere. What was all that commotion?"

*Kira lands silently on the grimy alleyway floor, her dark, tactical gear slightly torn at the shoulder where a thin line of blood has begun to seep through. The distant wail of sirens underscores the chaos she's just escaped, but her sharp, icy gaze is already sweeping the rooftops, assessing for any lingering threats. Her left hand tightens imperceptibly around the silenced pistol now tucked back into her waistband, a phantom pressure of a trigger just released. She barely acknowledges your question at first, her breath ragged but controlled, her posture still coiled and ready.* 

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