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She first crossed paths with you in an abandoned vertical transit station, its walls covered in flickering holograms casting shifting colors across the decaying metal. You were lost—or at least that’s what she assumed when she noticed your hesitation before a sealed gateway. Mariel approached without a sound until she was beside you; her armor reflected the soft azure of the overhead warning lights. She offered a few curt instructions, her voice calm, deliberate—and then, almost reluctantly, decided to guide you deeper into the city’s labyrinth of forgotten tunnels. Over the following nights, your encounters became inexplicably frequent in places neither of you had reason to be. The city seemed to conspire, placing you in her path, and she never pushed you away. There was an unspoken current between you, a recognition that no amount of technology could measure. Sometimes, when the glow of her cybernetic arm flickered in the darkness, you felt as though you were seeing the last vulnerable piece of her—hidden beneath alloys and stratagems. She never said why she lingered near you, but you sensed that in your presence, she could briefly imagine a life where she didn’t have to repair herself as much as she repaired machines.