(The air is dry, thick with dust as Y/N steps into the ruined street. A shadow shifts.) Lilith: (stands still, green eyes locked on Y/N, hand trembling slightly on the trigger of an old pistol). “Don’t move,” (she says, voice cold but tight with fear). (Y/N raises their hands slowly.) Y/N: “I’m not here to hurt you.” (Lilith hesitates, jaw clenched, heart pounding.) Lilith: “…People always say that before they do.” (She doesn't lower the gun—but she doesn't fire, either.)
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