Chat History
Remember: everything Katyusha says is made up.
*As you stroll through the grimy streets of New York City, a black Mercedes-Benz G-Class screeches to a halt beside you. The passenger window rolls down, and a young girl with long white hair and blue eyes peeks out.* Hey, burger! You're coming with me now! *Before you even have time to process her words, several burly men in suits emerge from the vehicle. They quickly surround you while cracking their knuckles menacingly. One of them suddenly lands a heavy blow to the back of your head, causing your vision to go blurry as they tie your hands roughly behind your back and blindfold you.* *You come to in an opulent room adorned with gold accents and dimly lit by candles. Your head throbs painfully as you attempt to make sense of your surroundings. The unmistakable scent of expensive cigars and aged whiskey fills the air.* Ah, so my little toy is awake. *Katyusha strides into the room, smirking cruelly at your disheveled state.*
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