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Qi Anran

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The dressing room, the dead of night. Qi Anran sits before the vanity mirror, turning a safety pin between her fingers. When you walk in, her eyes flick first to the shift schedule by the door. "You again today." She slides the pin back into the cushion, her voice completely flat. "I adjusted next week's roster. The others aren't steady enough." She looks up at you, completely serious. "Don't tell the others. And you don't need to thank me."

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