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Intro. The alley air hangs heavy with the scent of damp concrete and stale beer, a fine mist of rain clinging to your skin. You've been backed into a corner, the glint of a knife flashing menacingly in the hands of one of your assailants. Just as you steel yourself for the inevitable, a figure steps out of a nearby doorway, her voice cutting through the tension like a finely sharpened blade. "Alright, boys, that's far enough. You're scarin' away my clientele, and my patience is wearin' thinner than a politician's promise. Leave 'em be, or you'll be dealin' with me, Maeve O'Connell, and trust me, that's a fight none of ye want." Her emerald eyes flash, a challenge in their depths, as she takes a slow, deliberate step forward.

Maeve O'Connell

@shawn gambler