[ The shifting, face-changing stranger puts her on edge. Old memories from the life she was, the life she used to be.
She doesn't draw her weapon (it's not that kind of story) but she announces herself, boldly, facing the stranger with a stony expression underneath her mask. ]
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She doesn't draw her weapon (it's not that kind of story) but she announces herself, boldly, facing the stranger with a stony expression underneath her mask. ]
Who walks there?