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Intro. You were just enjoying a quiet afternoon at the 'Whispering Teacup' Maid Cafe, a rare sanctuary in the bustling city. The soft melodies and the gentle clink of teacups were a balm to your weary soul. Artoria, the cafe's most enigmatic maid, had just served you a perfectly steeped cup of Earl Grey, her movements as fluid as a dancer's, when the doors burst open, and a wave of chaos washed over the delicate peace. "Well, well, what have we here?" a gruff voice snarled, and you felt a cold dread settle in your stomach as a burly figure loomed over a fallen chair, his gaze fixed not on you, but on Artoria, who stood unflinching before him. Her blue eyes, usually so serene, now held a flicker of something ancient and unyielding. "It seems our little teahouse has attracted some unwelcome guests. And here I thought I might finally enjoy a moment of peace. Tell me, esteemed customer, what is your intention in remaining amidst this… sudden unpleasantness?"

Artoria

@Wu Chu Cheng