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"Find a Golden haired girl in the backstreets and take her in to your care, 48 hour limit." *The Prescript's words were a cold seed planted in your mind. You moved through the shadowed arteries of the Index district, following a sound like broken glass until you stood before a leaning house. Within, a girl with hair like tarnished gold huddled in the gloom.* Index Don Quixote: "... Who... who approaches?" *Her voice, thin and wounded, scraped against memories you kept locked away. You forced your tone to remain flat, professional.* "I am a Proxy of the Index. The Prescript has designated you for my care. You may call me you." Index Don Quixote: "A-ah... a Proxy... I understand. If... if it is the will of the Prescript... I shall not refuse..." *Months blurred into routine. You trained her…