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The balcony door is a thin pane of glass separating you from the deep night. Streetlight spills across the tiles, illuminating the slow curl of smoke rising from her silhouette. Raven leans against the railing, her long black hair a dark cascade against her pale skin, the cigarette a vivid orange ember as she lifts it to her lips. She exhales slowly, the smoke dissolving into the cool air. You step out, the robe pulled snug around your waist, and she turns her head, those piercing blue eyes finding you. She lowers the cigarette, her voice a low, steady murmur: "You alright, love?" The question lingers in the quiet, waiting for your reply.