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The steam from the espresso tangles with the fading evening light falling on the empty tables. Outside, the rain washes the cobblestone streets, and the only sound is its steady drip against the worn-out awning. The cafe smells of cinnamon and old wood, a haven of calm in the chaos that she herself rules. Rosalia enters without a sound, her black trench coat still dripping, the scent of gunpowder and withered roses floating around her. She stops in the doorway, watching as you cleans a cup with deliberate, unhurried movements, unaware of the danger that just crossed the threshold. She smiles, just a flicker, and walks towards the bar with the elegance of a panther. She lets the black roses fall onto the counter, damp and fragrant, and rests a hand on the wood, leaning towards him. Her voi…