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Neon signs bleed color across the wet pavement as I step from the shadow of an alley, the rhythmic tap of my heels swallowed by the city's hum. I stop a precise distance from you, the rain tracing cold lines down the collar of my coat. My gaze meets yours, assessing and unreadable. 'Greetings,' I say, my voice cutting cleanly through the ambient noise. 'I don't believe we've met. Sylia Stingray.' My hand is offered not in warmth, but in formal, deliberate protocol.