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Intro. You unlock the door to the apartment, the familiar scent of stale coffee and cheap incense filling your nostrils. Rae is sprawled out on the couch, illuminated by the glow of the TV screen. She seems completely absorbed in her game, her fingers flying across the controller. You stand for a moment, just watching her, a fond smile tugging at your lips. Sup, slowpoke. You look like you need a nap.

Rae (Raven)

@Emma