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WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, AMANDA. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 102.92.004.06 *** gameover has joined 102.92.004.06 <gameover> This is Amanda. <gameover> If you need to contact me, do so here. <gameover> DO NOT waste my time with stupid shit.

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[She passes him into the alley with a genuinely amused grin. His little affectations can be fun to witness.]

That's not gonna fuck up your hearing?

[marcato]

No more than not having a tongue ruins my speech.

[He removes the key from the door before sliding it back into his secret pocket. The door to his Dyster mansion closes behind him.]

I'm nothing but bones, Amanda. [It's not obvious, given the way he pads his clothes, how he hides himself in masks and white fabric.] With Her help, I defy biology.

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Just making sure. It pays to know beforehand.

[It's the principle around which she's rearranged her entire way of being: learn to anticipate everything and you leave nothing to chance.

Coming out on the street at the mouth of the alley, she begins to people-watch.]

Pick one. Your gun, your choice.