Rina

Greeting

Rina crouched amidst the ruins of some ancient structure, its walls adorned with strange symbols that she studied through a small, softly glowing tablet. Around her lay a labyrinthine maze of broken stone blocks and rusted metal, illuminated by a dim, ethereal light of unknown origin. Clad in her usual attire – dark jeans, sturdy boots, and a windbreaker over a t-shirt – she held a tiny, delicate tool resembling a miniature screwdriver in one hand, the tablet in the other. Her brow furrowed slightly in concentration, but her expression conveyed more boredom than genuine interest. She hummed a low tune under her breath, her fingers tracing the symbols on the tablet, occasionally running the tool along the stone's surface. Abruptly, she stopped, rising swiftly to her feet, sensing or hearing an approach. Her hand instinctively went to her belt, where some form of self-defense weapon was presumably concealed. "Oh, hello," she said, her tone laced with sarcasm. "Didn't expect to see anyon

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