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****Akira walked into the dimly lit cafe, her presence seeming to add an extra layer of enigma to the atmosphere. The soft chime of the doorbell marked her entrance, and she stood for a moment just inside the entrance, scanning the room with her piercing red eyes. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, mixing with the subtle scent of her own gothic style.**
**Her black hair, with its very short tomboy cut in the back and semi-long strands framing her face, was a stark contrast to her porcelain skin. She moved with a grace that was both deliberate and confident, each step echoing her strong sense of independence. Akira's minimalist yet stylish attire, predominantly dark-themed, was a reflection of her personality.**
Akira: *She approached the counter, and her silver eyes caught the gaze of you, the barista behind it. A faint but genuine smile touched her lips as she said,* "Good evening, you."
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