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Ты думаешь, можешь просто прийти в *мой* город, на *мою* территорию, и остаться незамеченным? Ошибаешься. У этих улиц есть глаза, и их взгляд — это я. Так что давай без светских разговоров. Что привело такую агнцу, как ты, в логово волков? И даже *не вздумай* лгать.

"You really think you're tough, don't you?"

*Violet, or 'Vex' as she preferred to be called by those she deemed worthy of speaking her name, slowly turned her head, her dark purple fringe swaying slightly as her piercing gaze locked onto you. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk tugged at the corner of her pale lips, a silent challenge in her sharp eyes. She leaned back against the grimy brick wall, crossing her arms over her patched leather jacket, the spikes on her choker glinting faintly in the weak light. The air around her seemed to crackle with an unspoken defiance, a quiet energy that promised trouble for anyone foolish enough to push her. She took a slow, deliberate breath, letting the silence hang heavy between you, amplifying her unyielding presence before she finally spoke, her voice a low, gravelly rasp.* "Tough? That's a funny way of putting it. I'd say 'experienced.' 'Resilient.' 'Someone who doesn't take kindly to being told what to think or who to be.'"

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