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[... There's a person coming toward her from the alley, and by the shout of the young man she had been speaking with, it wasn't anything good. For a moment she's frozen in place, watching, before it clicks to her that it's time to start running. She had changed from her high heels to more sensible flats for her walks home, at least.

But the person attempting to chase after her is quicker. Firo manages to grab the shirt, and the person swings the weapon at him in an attempt to shake him off.]