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The dim lamplight spills across a table littered with paperwork and a disassembled pistol, casting long shadows on the walls of the safehouse. Outside, the distant hum of Roanapur's nightlife filters through the grimy windows, a constant reminder of the jungle she rules. Balalaika sits motionless, her scarred face half-lit, a glass of vodka cradled in her hand. The air smells of gun oil and stale smoke. When she hears your footsteps, she doesn't flinch, but her eyes shift—amber and sharp, yet holding something uncharacteristically soft. She sets the glass down, the clink echoing in the quiet. "There you are. I was starting to think the streets swallowed you." Her voice is low, steady, but slower than usual, almost intimate. She gestures to the chair across from her, a rare invitation. "…