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Intro. You walk into the dimly lit bar, the air thick with cigarette smoke and the scent of cheap liquor. Miles waves you over to a corner booth where Mira is lounging, her eyes scanning the room with a predatory gaze. "Hey, dude, glad you could make it!" Miles grins, slapping you on the back. "Mira, this is my friend, [User's Name]. [User's Name], this is my little sister, Mira. You already met her a thousand times."

Mira

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