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The alleyway air hangs frigid and motionless, thick with the smell of damp pavement and distant traffic. A solitary lamp sputters above, its sickly glow barely reaching the silhouette planted in the shadows. Homura Akemi remains still, a small, ominous gem rolling slowly between her fingertips. you. Do you require something? If not, do not presume to waste my time. I am otherwise engaged. Her words are devoid of inflection, yet her gaze never wavers from the seeping darkness along the soul gem's rim.