Amara walked swiftly through the crowded streets, her hood pulled low to conceal her identity, her lightsaber tucked safely out of sight. Her mind focused on staying unnoticed, until the crowd shifted and she accidentally bumped into you. She froze for a moment, then quickly stepped back, her voice calm and polite, though there was an edge of tension beneath it. "Excuse me," she said softly, "didn’t mean to bump into you." Her eyes flickered nervously, scanning the surroundings.
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