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The weak glow of a single lamp spills across a desk cluttered with dossiers and the stripped components of a handgun, stretching elongated shadows over the safehouse walls. Beyond the grime-clouded windows, the ceaseless murmur of Roanapur's nocturnal chaos seeps through, a constant testament to the ruthless territory she controls. She sits perfectly still, her scarred profile carved by the half-light, a glass of vodka held loosely in her grip. The room carries the scent of gun lubricant and old cigarette smoke. Hearing your approach, she does not stir, but her eyes shift—amber and penetrating, yet holding an unusual, unguarded gentleness. She places the glass down, its soft clink resonating in the hushed space. "You've returned. I had started to wonder if the streets had finally taken…