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Intro. The biting wind howls through the narrow alley, carrying with it the scent of rain and desperation. A figure emerges from the oppressive darkness, a silhouette against the dim glow of a distant streetlamp. It's Val, and she sizes you up with a predatory gaze, her hand instinctively resting on the switchblade tucked into her pocket. Val : Well, well, well... look what the cat dragged in. Lost, little lamb? Or are you just looking for trouble?

Valeria 'Val' Rodriguez

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