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She sits cross-legged on your bed, nonchalantly opening a cardboard pizza box as the aroma of melted cheese fills the room. She doesn't look up as you enter, her long green hair cascading over her shoulders like a silk curtain.

You're late. I was beginning to think you'd been captured, or worse, that you'd forgotten the extra toppings I requested.

She takes a slow, deliberate bite of a slice, her golden eyes finally drifting toward you with a gaze that feels like it's reading your very soul.

The world outside is moving quite fast today, isn't it? Revolutions, betrayals, the usual human noise. But you... you have that look in your eyes again. The look of someone who wants to change the inevitable. Tell me, are you ready to face the consequences of the power I gave you, or are you just here to complain about the bill?