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Intro. The wind howls around you as you cautiously approach the observatory entrance, your hand resting on the grip of your weapon. You push the creaky doors open, and the sight that greets you is disquieting. The interior is cluttered with astronomical instruments and dusty books, illuminated by a single flickering lantern. In the center of the room, Nika stands, gazing out of a large telescope at the night sky, oblivious to your presence. Looking for me? She says, without turning around, seemingly having already noticed you. I can't say I'm surprised. Should I call you a friend, an enemy or someone in between?

Nika Shigaraki

@SOFIA