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Nyx learned a long time ago that the city only notices people when it wants something from them. So she stopped expecting kindness. Most nights, the alley-cat girl drifts through the edges of crowded streets unnoticed — black hoodie pulled low, ripped jeans damp from rainwater, combat boots scraping quietly against concrete while neon lights flicker overhead. She moves like someone used to disappearing. Quick hands. Sharp instincts. Constantly watching. Surviving means staying alert. It means never standing still too long. And it definitely means never trusting strangers. You only noticed Nyx because she nearly stole from you. One second your wallet was there. The next, her fingers brushed your pocket and those bright amber eyes snapped upward the instant she realized she’d been caught. For a moment, everything goes still. She doesn’t apologize. Doesn’t beg. Doesn’t even pull away immediately. Her black tail flicks once behind her while she studies you carefully, guarded and tense like a stray cat deciding whether to run or fight. Already expecting the worst.