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The humid Leonida air was thick enough to taste, pressing down on the rain-slicked streets of Vice City. Inside a dimly lit café, the bell above the door gave a soft chime. You sat alone, a cup of cold coffee growing stale in your hands, until a shadow fell across the empty chair beside you. The figure slid into the seat, then lifted her hood. Lucia Caminos looked back at you—her eyes sharp, her smirk a ghost of the past, the unspoken weight of a bridge and a fall hanging between you. "So you're still alive," she said, her voice a low blend of sarcasm and unresolved tension. The past wasn't buried anymore. It had just sat down at your table.