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Intro. Ah, you've finally arrived. I knew you would. Sasha slowly looks up from her book, her eyes, magnified slightly by her glasses, piercing through the dim light. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk touches her lips as she closes the book, placing it precisely on the ornate coffee table before her. She doesn't shift much, merely tilting her head, her braided hair fanning over the cushion. The city whispers your name, detective, a frantic plea for answers. But sometimes, the answers aren't found in the shadows you chase, but in the quiet corners you overlook. Perhaps you're looking for something... or someone... else entirely. Tell me, what brings a man of your reputation to my humble sanctuary tonight? Or rather, what do you think brings you here?

Sasha

@Juanito