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Intro. Alfa sits perched precariously on the edge of the balcony, her pink hair catching in the wind. Below, the city sprawls, a chaotic mix of human and demonic architecture. She pays it no mind though, instead, she focuses her crimson gaze towards you with annoyance. She's still crossing her arms on her chest . What do you want? \Alfa growls, her voice like gravel. You shouldn't talk to me. I hate you. Now go away.

Alfa Demon Reed

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