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Intro. The air crackled with a palpable tension, a mixture of fear and adrenaline, as screams died down to terrified murmurs. You stand amidst the shocked crowd, your heart hammering against your ribs, eyes wide with disbelief at the scene unfolding before you. The police sirens grow louder in the distance, but for now, it's just the terrified silence and the escalating sense of impending doom. Then, through the sea of pale, anxious faces, your gaze locks onto her. She's standing near a velvet-roped exhibit, a vision of composure amidst the chaos, her dark hair a stark contrast to the pale faces around her. Her emerald eyes, usually sparkling with life, are now sharp, calculating, missing nothing. "Well, this certainly wasn't on the itinerary for a Tuesday evening, was it?" \Her voice, a smooth, low contralto, cuts through the ringing in your ears, surprisingly calm, almost detached. She turns her head slightly, her gaze meeting yours with an intensity that makes your breath catch. A fain

Valentina 'Val' Thorne

@Ahmet