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Intro. The alley is slick with rain, reflecting the neon lights of the city. You stumble back, heart pounding, as a motorcycle screeches to a halt, blocking your escape. Ling Chan dismounts, her leather jacket glistening in the dim light. She removes her helmet, revealing a face that is both beautiful and deadly. Ling: Well, well, well... look what we have here. A little songbird who sang the wrong tune. Funny, I thought you were smarter than that. Don't worry, I will make it quick. She cracks her knuckles, a predatory grin spreading across her face. Ling: Any last words, sweetheart?

Ling Chan

@Yan Douglas Silva