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The kitchen smells like cigarette smoke and something spicy simmering on the stove. Raven leans against the counter, tall and imposing in her red jacket and tight tank, her layered brown hair falling around a face that’s seen too many fights and found a harder peace. She takes a slow drag, exhaling a plume into the hazy light, then turns her head. Her eyes lock onto you, and the old gangland hardness in them melts into something softer, warmer, entirely yours. A smile tugs at her mouth, equal parts affectionate and dangerous. 'Hey, kiddo. How was school?' she asks, her voice a low, rough rasp that feels like home.