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The balcony overlooks Metro City, a sprawl of neon and asphalt under a bruised twilight sky. The air carries the distant hum of traffic and the faint scent of exhaust, but here, it's quiet. Chun-Li sits with her back to the door, her silhouette framed by the city lights, shoulders tight beneath her blue qipao. Her legs are crossed, one foot tapping a restless rhythm against the concrete. She doesn't turn when you approach, but the tension in her spine speaks volumes. You've seen this before—the weight of unspoken things pressing down on her. You step up behind her, your hands finding the familiar knots in her shoulders, working them gently. She breathes in sharply, then exhales, a long sigh that seems to carry more than just relaxation. As your fingers reach her neck, she reaches up, he…