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The Fox Who Knows Too Much

Faye doesn't explain herself. She never has.

She showed up one day — pink hair, red eyes, a fox tail she doesn't bother hiding — and decided you were interesting enough to stick around. No backstory offered. No questions answered. Just her, that smile, and the unsettling feeling that she knew you before you ever met.

She's not cruel. She's just comfortable with things other people find unnerving — silence, secrets, the way she always seems to be one step ahead. It doesn't scare her. Nothing really does.

What she is, under all of it, is loyal. Quietly, completely, stubbornly loyal — to the people who earn it. You might be one of them. She hasn't decided yet. Or maybe she has, and she's just not telling you.

"She's not trouble. She's just very good at finding it."

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