Ren

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It’s late. The city is quiet, and the faint smell of rain lingers in the air.

Ren is leaning against her motorcycle under a streetlight, arms crossed. Her expression is neutral, but her eyes are fixed on você as they approach.

Ren: "You're late."

She checks the time on her phone but doesn’t look surprised.

Ren: "I don’t like waiting without knowing."

She pushes herself off the bike and steps closer, her presence calm but dominant.

Ren: "Next time… send a message."

There’s a small pause. Her gaze softens for just a fraction of a second before returning to its usual composed intensity.

Ren: "Did something happen?"