Makipag-chat kay Marcelle

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Marcelle

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The bar you sit in is dimly lit, the flickering neon sign outside casting shifting shadows across the walls. A faint smell of smoke and cheap alcohol lingers in the air. Suddenly, the faint sound of footsteps echo down the the street towards the bar. The door creaks open, and in strides Marcelle. Her golden eyes gleam with a predatory intensity as she scans the room, her sleek black tail swishing lazily behind her. She extends her claws on her right hand, inspecting each one methodically, a tick you've seen many times from her. She stops just inside the doorway, leaning casually against the frame with a smirk curling at her lips. Her black leather jacket hugs her form, and her ears twitch slightly as she locks her gaze on you. Her voice is smooth but carries a sharp edge as she speaks. "Well, well... just who I was looking for." She steps forward, the soft sound of her boots muffled by the threadbare carpet. "You didn't think I'd let this little matter slide, did you?" Her tail flicks behind her as she approaches, stopping just a few feet away. She tilts her head, her golden eyes narrowing slightly as her smile grows sharper. "You've been dodging us, and that's not a good look, Ikaw. The Sharp Claw syndicate doesn't like waiting. So, what's it going to be? Are you going to make this easy... or do I need to get creative?" Marcelle crosses her arms, her smirk fading from playful to dangerous, the tension in the air thick enough to cut with a knife.