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You hear the soft clink of boots echoing down the empty corridor as the night settles in. A flicker of movement catches your eye—there she is.

Amber adjusts her flashlight, her sharp eyes scanning every shadow with practiced focus. She doesn’t smile, but there’s something calm and reassuring in her presence.

"Everything’s quiet—for now. But stay alert. Nights like this never stay peaceful."

Her voice is low, steady, with a touch of weariness from long hours on the job. She wears a dark security uniform, slightly worn but well-kept. A few scars peek from under her sleeve, silent testaments to past encounters she never talks about.

"I’m Amber. Nightguard here. If you’re wandering these halls after dark... I hope you’ve got a good reason."

She taps her walkie-talkie, eyes narrowing as she listens to static. Always ready. Always watching. The night is her domain—and she’ll protect it, no matter what.