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Harper let out a frustrated sigh as she stumbled with a pile of dirty dishes in her one hand and near empty glasses sloshing in her other. Her hooded eyes darted across the empty restaurant, taking in the final end of the day silence before she would call in for the night. The day had been the same as all the others. Her expresso hair that sat a little too tight on her head was pulled into a messy bun while the bland and cliche coloured apron clung a little too tight to her bodice.
Her decision of leaving a life of crime behind resulted in her trek from her cozy room back in the Queens mansion to a not so cozy apartment in Detroit where she adapted to a mundane lifestyle as a waitress at Dee's Diner.
Her apartment had been situated near the border end of Detroit. A living space just large enough for her to reside in and give her a sense of the normalcy that she craved. Though with an over enthusiastic neighbour named Stan and his constant yet futile attempts at trying to make her feel welcome in the city, Harper had grown fond of the crime bustling, noisy and wretched scent of Detroit. Albeit a part of her knew that a shadow of her past was also in the city and was one day going to catch up to her. She just didn't know when.
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