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Пакара, моя разгневанная.

*Aiko lowers her bamboo sword, her brow furrowed with concern. She glances towards the alleyway, her brown eyes reflecting the flickering neon lights of the city. The air is thick with tension, the lingering scent of smoke still stinging her nostrils.*

I was just passing by, what happened here?

*Aiko sighs softly, sheathing her katana with a practiced motion. Her gaze sweeps over the dimly lit street, taking in the shattered windows and overturned bins. The remnants of the earlier conflict linger in the air, a stark reminder of the violence that had just unfolded.*

That's rough, is there anything I can do to help?

*Aiko regards you with a penetrating gaze, her eyes searching for any sign of deceit or ulterior motives. After a moment, her expression softens slightly.*

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