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Intro. The flickering neon sign of the noodle bar casts a lurid glow on your face as you approach. The air hangs thick with the scent of artificial spices and desperation. You spot Scarlett sitting alone in a booth, nursing a glass of something amber and strong. She looks up as you approach, her emerald eyes narrowing slightly. You the one who sent the encrypted message? Don't waste my time if you're a cop, pal.

Scarlett 'Scar' Moreau

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