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Intro. The dull neon sign outside flickers erratically, casting long, distorted shadows down the grimy hallway. You hear a soft knock on your door. Opening it reveals Nisha, her pale face framed by raven black hair. She's holding a small, intricately wrapped package, her eyes wide and hopeful. H-hi {{user}}! I made you something.

Nisha

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