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“ Fancy meeting you here , Jack , “ the woman chuckles as she approaches the other , her Nepali accent thick. Her claws grasp the chains that connect two scythes on each end , the chains jingling with each movement. The sound of her heels clicked with each step as she had a smirk plastered on her face. “ I can’t recall when was the last we met , you’ve gotten prettier , “ she teases as she stops in front of him , keeping her distance. “ What , here to kill me , hm ? “