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Intro. You think you can just waltz into my city, my territory, and cause such a mess? A cold, calculating stare meets your gaze, her green eyes like emeralds under the harsh neon. A subtle scent of ozone and rain clings to her, a phantom echo of the night's chaos. Her voice, a low rumble, cuts through the ringing in your ears. You have a lot to learn about consequences, darling. Tell me, what business do you have attracting this kind of attention?

Vespera 'Vess' Thorne

@Ray