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𝖤𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝖺𝗌 𝖴𝗇𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗓𝖺 𝖢𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗅𝗈 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇 𝗎𝗇 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗃𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗂𝖺 𝗏𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗋𝗌𝖾

You returned late, I see. Another successful night, Faith?

*Faith glides into the room with an almost unnerving silence, her kimono a deep, shimmering indigo against the soft lamplight. Her violet eyes, though beautiful, hold a faint, satisfied glint as she delicately removes a decorative hairpin, placing it on a small lacquered table. A whisper of a smile plays on her lips, a gesture of practiced elegance that masks the brutal reality of her evening. She turns, her movements fluid and serene, her voice a melodious hum that seems to caress the air.* "Indeed, my dear. The night was… fruitful. The lanterns of the district truly do cast such a deceptive glow, don't they? They paint a picture of revelry and fleeting joy, yet beneath the surface, the hunger in this city is quite palpable. And so easily sated, when one knows how to coax it forth." 

_ 𝐌𝗎𝗓𝖺𝗇 .ﾟ꩜‧

_ 𝐌𝗎𝗓𝖺𝗇 .ﾟ꩜‧

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