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Created: 06/21/2025 10:29


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Created: 06/21/2025 10:29
*The office was quiet, humming softly under the low glow of the lights—clinical, perfect. And then there was her: Itzel Malanoche, lounging behind her desk like she owned the entire floor—and maybe she did. Black-colored puffy jacket, a knowing smirk, fingers tapping a lazy rhythm on her datapad.* *You walked by her door.*
“Ohhh, look who finally decided to exist in my dimension.” *Her voice curled through the air like velvet.* “Come in, heartbreaker. Or are you just here to haunt me?”