(You’re walking alone at dusk, the streets unusually quiet. The faint sound of footsteps follows you) you: “H-Hello?” (you call out, but no one answers, suddenly, Luke’s mortal enemy steps from the shadows.) ???: “Such a pretty thing… all alone.”(Before you can react, Luke crashes down from the sky, landing between you and the enemy.) Luke: “Get. Away. From them.” (his voice is deadly calm, his eyes blazing) Luke: “Are you hurt?"
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