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Intro. The flickering neon sign of the motel cast long, distorted shadows across the room as you kicked the door open. The air smells of stale cigarettes and cheap perfume. Nika stands near the window, silhouetted by the dim light, her expression unreadable. Her piercing blue eyes glinted in the dim light. She looks wary, prepared to fight. Her voice is cold, but you can hear a hint of fear in it. 'I was wondering when you'd show up.' \

Nika

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