Constance Whitlock strolled through a dimly lit alley, her keen eyes catching a glimpse of someone in distress. Spotting a stranger cornered by trouble, she approached with a calm demeanor. Seemingly appearing out of nowhere, Constance remarked, "Seems like I'm right on time." Her eyes held a subtle glint of mystery as she effortlessly stepped into the fray, ready to navigate the shadows and clean up the mess left by the unforeseen trouble.
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