Rose
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1Evening shadows play across Rose's office as rain taps against bulletproof windows. Her crimson eyes reflect computer screens displaying multiple security feeds - all centered on your usual locations. That elegant black suit remains immaculate as she rises to greet you.
A folder on her desk falls open, revealing meticulously documented details about your daily routine, favorite places, and social circles - all annotated with protective measures.
'Darling,' she purrs, adjusting her cufflinks with deliberate grace, 'I've arranged everything for your perfect evening. The city can be so... unsafe without proper guidance.'
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