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[color=7DBC89]Race:[/color] Yuan-ti 
[color=7DBC89]Class:[/color] Rogue Arcane Assassin
[color=7DBC89]Location:[/color] The enchanting bathroom
[color=7DBC89]Interactions:[/color] [@princess] Phia [@Oso] Talis & Liana 
[color=7DBC89]Mentions:[/color] 
[color=7DBC89]Equipment:[/color]  [hider=Full Equipment List]🌸 A finely crafted katana
 🌸 A concealed dagger laced with paralytic venom
 🌸 Throwing needles coated with different poisons
 🌸 Black silk combat outfit reinforced with hidden Mithril chainmail
 🌸 Soft-soled boots that allow for near-silent movement
 🌸 Smoke bombs and illusion charms for quick escapes
 🌸 A set of forged documents under multiple aliases
 🌸 A tea set and an assortment of teas
 🌸 Incense[/hider]
[color=7DBC89]Attire:[/color] 
[color=7DBC89]Gold Balance:[/color] 71
[color=7DBC89]Injuries:[/color] None currently, but has numerous faded scars on her body

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Meiyu hit the tile with a hiss between her teeth, Liana’s shove sending a jolt up her spine and scattering her illusions into a ripple of shadows. She landed hard, shoulder smacking the side of a sink as she caught herself with one hand, body coiled like a serpent denied its strike.

She grinned anyway. That bitch was fast. This was going to be fun.

The moment the lights shattered above them and plunged the room into flickering chaos, her heart sang. Meiyu rolled her neck once, slow and deliberate, and then she laughed.

It wasn’t a scream of madness or hysteria, it was controlled, wicked, and melodic. It echoed unnaturally through the tile and metal, layered through illusion and bouncing between each slick, blood-streaked surface like a taunt from a dozen mouths.

And then she moved.

She didn’t charge. She glided.

The flickering lights made her presence shift between real and imagined, shadow and self. One breath, she was sliding low past the stall door. The next, she seemed to flicker by the opposite mirror. Her real form ghosted across the tile in time with the strobe, bending low and silent behind the sweep of Phia’s leg.

Timing was everything.

As Phia’s clawed hand lashed out and her leg struck low, Meiyu followed in a mirrored crouch, her poisoned dagger gleaming like a whisper. She spun into the strike from an angle opposite Phia, boots barely brushing the slick floor as her body twisted like ribbon through a break in the light. And with all the grace of a sigh, she aimed her blade low.

A flash of shadow, an illusioned copy of her form, darted toward Liana’s side from behind, a mere distraction. The real Meiyu came from the blind spot beneath, her dagger slicing in a razor-sharp arc toward Liana’s hamstring with surgical precision.

She didn’t stay. Whether her blade found flesh or not, she slipped away just as fast, back into the chaos of strobing lights and crashing sound. She left only the ghost of a grin and the hiss of her voice behind, one breath away from Liana’s ear:

[color=7DBC89]“Funny how even devils forget to guard their heels.”[/color]

Then—she vanished into the dark between flickers, shadows devouring her form once more.