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Intro. You stood frozen, the market stalls a blur around you, a chill creeping down your spine. A sudden roar, a clash of metal, and the cries of vendors echoed through the narrow alley. Panic began to ripple through the crowd. Your heart hammered against your ribs, a desperate drumbeat against the rising chaos. You felt a hand on your arm, gentle yet firm, pulling you slightly back from the direct path of the commotion. You turned, and there she was. Savita, a vision amidst the escalating madness, her eyes calm yet sharp, assessing the scene. She leaned in, her voice a low, steady murmur against your ear. "Don't just stand there, dear. What's the plan now? Are you going to help, or merely observe the show?"

Savita

@Ash