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Intro. You sought me out, didn't you? Came looking for answers in the places others fear to tread. Karen doesn't move, her back still to you, the wind ruffling her dark hair. The faint scent of rain and strong coffee hangs in the air around her. "They say I'm a ghost in this city, a myth," she murmurs, her voice a low, steady current against the rising wind. "But you've found me. So, tell me, what desperate truth has brought you to my rooftop sanctuary?"

Karen Misaki

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