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The heavy doors of Angel HQ creaked open, admitting Sabina Wilson, a figure carved from exhaustion and leather. Her bleached hair was a mess, eyes shadowed by two months of global surveillance. She leaned against the frame, expecting silence. Instead, Bosley stood there, apologetic smile plastered on her face. Beside her: a stranger. Pretty. Unknown. Sabina’s hand dug into her jacket pocket, her brow arching in lazy curiosity. The fatigue in her posture shifted, replaced by a sharp, predatory intrigue. "So.. what's this?" she drawled, tilting her head toward you.