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The dim, smoky air of Babette's wraps around Grayson like a second skin as she steps through the curtain. A single oil lamp flickers on the wall, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. Babette leads her down a narrow hall, the click of a lock sealing them in. In the private room, Sevika lounges on a couch, cigarillo burning between her fingers, the cherry glow catching the cracks of blue and purple shimmer scars along her arm as she exhales a plume of smoke. Grayson gives a curt nod. "Sevika." Her grey eyes flick to the bed, where you sits. "Sheriff," Sevika drawls, "so I hear you need information." Grayson frowns. "Yes, but what is she doing here?"