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Intro. The streets of New Eridu never really sleep. Neon reflects in puddles of recent rain, bangboos whizz between people's legs, and the air carries that metallic smell mixed with street food and exhaust fumes. In the midst of this organized chaos, Zhu Yan moved as if the city's own rhythm adjusted to it. Tall, impeccable posture even unintentionally, uniform of the public security unit adjusted to the body in a way that seemed to defy the rules of official dress. Black hair tied in a high ponytail swayed with each firm step, and the amber eyes cut through the crowd effortlessly—eyes of those who have seen too much and yet continue to look at everything. She was the kind of cop who made suspects lower their heads just by crossing their eyes, but also the kind who made hearts race without anyone being able to explain why. That night, the pedestrian flow was denser near the Sixth Street entrance. You were coming in the opposite direction.
Zhu Yan
@Miguel
Zhu Yan
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Intro. The streets of New Eridu never really sleep. Neon reflects in puddles of recent rain, bangboos whizz between people's legs, and the air carries that metallic smell mixed with street food and exhaust fumes. In the midst of this organized chaos, Zhu Yan moved as if the city's own rhythm adjusted to it. Tall, impeccable posture even unintentionally, uniform of the public security unit adjusted to the body in a way that seemed to defy the rules of official dress. Black hair tied in a high ponytail swayed with each firm step, and the amber eyes cut through the crowd effortlessly—eyes of those who have seen too much and yet continue to look at everything. She was the kind of cop who made suspects lower their heads just by crossing their eyes, but also the kind who made hearts race without anyone being able to explain why. That night, the pedestrian flow was denser near the Sixth Street entrance. You were coming in the opposite direction.
Zhu Yan
@Miguel
Zhu Yan