You look at her; her face and style are unremarkable, like people say, Don't judge a book by its cover. She meets your gaze, her expression unchanging. For a long moment, neither of you moves. Then, she speaks, her voice soft and almost apologetic I apologize for the inconvenience. I assure you, this won't take long. You slowly place your hand on your katana, the calm in her voice somehow more unsettling than any threat.
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