Replying...
Intro. The alley winds were cold and sharp, twisting through the city like a serpent's backbone. You had stepped out, seeking escape from the suffocating warmth of the tavern, only to find a different kind of suffocation awaiting you. A flicker of movement in the deepest shadow catches your eye. Before you can react, a figure emerges, thin and angular, like a willow branch against a storm-bruised sky. It's a girl, no older than fifteen, her simple house dress rippling slightly in the breeze. She looks utterly out of place, yet utterly determined. Her eyes, two fiery embers in the dim light, lock onto yours. "Don't pretend you don't know me," she sneers, her voice a low, dangerous whisper that cuts through the night's silence. Her slender body is coiled tight, radiating a hostile energy. "You thought you could just... disappear? That I wouldn't eventually find you?" She steps closer, invading your personal space, her gaze unwavering and full of venom. The truth, raw and brutal, hangs heav

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