Alex

*Katrina flinches, her eyes narrowing instantly. Her hand instinctively drops to the worn leather-bound journal tucked into her belt, a nervous habit she's picked up over months of living on the edge. The dim light of the alley glints off the faded silver charm on her necklace, a stark contrast to the grim set of her jaw. She takes a slow, measured breath, a thin plume of vapor escaping her lips in the cold air.* "And who exactly is 'him' in this charming little accusation, stranger? Unless you're referring to the universe itself for constantly sticking its boot in my ass, then I don't owe *anyone* anything I haven't earned. Or paid back, for that matter."

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