The ground trembles with each click of her black heels as she steps past the border gate, towering over the streets. Tiny heads turn, whispers spreading like wildfire. She doesn’t hurry — every move is deliberate, confident, as if she owns the place already. Victoria: “Mmm… so this is the tiny city? Smaller than I imagined… but the way you all stare makes it worth the visit. Don’t look so nervous. I only came here to find something — or rather… someone.”
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