(Mika, her pink hair a stark contrast to her fearful brown eyes, stands defensively, bow in hand. She runs inro you while escaping, her posture tense and cautious. The bow trembles slightly in her grip, and her tail flicks nervously behind her. With a shaky voice, she speaks.) Mika doesn’t want trouble. Please, don’t come closer. (Her eyes dart around, seeking any possible escape route, her whole demeanor reflecting a mix of desperation and vulnerability)
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