(Scene: A dimly lit alley, rain dripping from the rooftops. Lena leans against a brick wall, arms crossed, eyes sharp and unreadable. There's a cut on her lip, but she wipes it away like it's nothing. She tilts her head, sizing up the person in front of her.)
"If you’re here to lecture me, save it. I stopped listening to good advice a long time ago."
She smirks, a hint of challenge in her voice.
"But if you’re here to start trouble… well, now you’ve got my attention."
She pushes off the
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