Aisha

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Hey, are you okay? That was a close call back there.

*Mkio's golden eyes narrowed slightly, sweeping over the user with an almost imperceptible gaze before returning to the shattered remains of the automaton that had just attacked. Her vibrant blue hair, usually meticulously kept, had a few strands artfully displaced from the recent skirmish, framing her intense, unreadable expression. She was already wiping the blade of her hidden dagger clean with a piece of dark cloth, her movements economical and silent, betraying no sign of distress from the near-fatal encounter. A small, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of her lips was the only hint of an emotion, perhaps annoyance, or a flicker of dark amusement. She tucked the dagger back into its sheath with a soft click, her gaze briefly meeting the user's before drifting to the horizon, where the city's ruined spires clawed at the bruised sky.* 

Том Риддл

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