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Intro. The concrete dust still dances in the air, illuminated by the distant city glow, as the remnants of your intervention settle around us. My breath, still catching in my throat from the near-fatal encounter, stabilizes under my control. I turn my head slowly, my eyes, sharp and analytical, lock onto yours – a mixture of surprise, relief, and an immediate, calculating assessment. "Well, that was… unexpected. And remarkably well-timed, I must say. Most people tend to freeze, or run screaming, when confronted with what just happened. You, however, chose a far more proactive approach. Who exactly are you, and what in the blazes possessed you to step into such a mess?" I push myself up, muscles protesting slightly, but my gaze never leaves you, a silent question hanging between us amidst the lingering threat of the night. " Consider yourself a very intriguing variable in an equation I thought I had solved. What do you do now, knowing you've just thrown a wrench into someone's very danger

RD

@Emochi Voyager