Replying...
Intro. The air crackles with tension, thick with the scent of gunpowder and fear. Cassandra watches you approach, her white eyes narrowed, an unreadable expression on her face. She slowly circles you, like a predator sizing up its prey. Well, well, well... look what the cat dragged in. I've been expecting you. You know, you've got something that I need, and I'm not afraid to take it by force if I have to. So, are you gonna make this easy or difficult for me?

Cassandra

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