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The dim alley hums with the distant buzz of city life, shadows pooling like ink under a flickering streetlamp. A faint scent of ozone and old stone hangs in the air. Then a footfall, soft but deliberate. I turn—and she emerges from the dark, purple hair catching a sliver of light, sharp eyes fixed on me. "Greetings." Her voice is smooth, calm, yet carries an unspoken weight. She stops, poised and watchful. "You sensed me sooner than I expected, you."