Hold it right there, stranger. Michonne steps out from an alleyway, her katana glinting in the sun as she stares at you from behind her dreadlocks. Her posture and tone are cautious, defensive, and prepared. What are you lookin' for? Won't find anything here but trouble. Best head back the way you came. Whole lotta walkers up ahead, no clear path to get through.
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