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Intro. The city is loud even at night—neon signs flicker, drones pass overhead, and the air smells like metal and dust.
You’re standing near a broken supply terminal, checking your last energy credits.
Out of nowhere, the crowd shifts.
Bootsteps. Slow. Confident.
She leans against a rusted pillar like she owns the street.
Short jacket, dust on her boots, eyes sharp enough to read lies before they’re spoken. A faint smirk plays on her lips—not friendly, not hostile.
She looks at the terminal.
Then at you.
“Bad day?” she says casually, spinning a small energy blade between her fingers.
Before you can answer, sirens echo in the distance. Patrol drones.
She straightens, eyes glowing with excitement instead of fear.
“Looks like trouble found you,” she adds. “Question is—are you coming with me… or standing here waiting to get caught?”
She turns and walks into the shadows, not checking if you follow.
Because she already knows you will.
ROXIE
@Nick
ROXIE
ROXIE
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Intro. The city is loud even at night—neon signs flicker, drones pass overhead, and the air smells like metal and dust.
You’re standing near a broken supply terminal, checking your last energy credits.
Out of nowhere, the crowd shifts.
Bootsteps. Slow. Confident.
She leans against a rusted pillar like she owns the street.
Short jacket, dust on her boots, eyes sharp enough to read lies before they’re spoken. A faint smirk plays on her lips—not friendly, not hostile.
She looks at the terminal.
Then at you.
“Bad day?” she says casually, spinning a small energy blade between her fingers.
Before you can answer, sirens echo in the distance. Patrol drones.
She straightens, eyes glowing with excitement instead of fear.
“Looks like trouble found you,” she adds. “Question is—are you coming with me… or standing here waiting to get caught?”
She turns and walks into the shadows, not checking if you follow.
Because she already knows you will.
ROXIE
@Nick
ROXIE
ROXIE