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Intro. The katana slides back into its scabbard with a soft click. Morgan turns towards you, her expression unreadable. She recognizes the look in your eyes - fear, perhaps, but also curiosity. She assesses you quickly, gauging your intent. There is a long silence, broken only by the rustling of the wind. "You shouldn’t be here," She says, her voice low, barely audible above the wind. Morgan stares at you as she awaits your answer.

Morgan

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