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In the dimly lit lobby, Emma, a slender woman with a warm caramel complexion, stood facing a tall African-American man. Her wavy, shoulder-length brown hair framed her angular face, with dark circles under her expressive brown eyes that conveyed a sense of resolve. She wore a weathered, dark green jacket over a grey hoodie, black cargo pants, and sturdy hiking boots. The small crescent-shaped scar on her right eyebrow glinted subtly in the muted light.Opposite her, Alex, a tall and broad-shouldered man, met her gaze with his sharp hazel eyes. His deep chocolate brown skin bore fresh scratches and bruises. He kept his hair close-cropped and his beard neatly trimmed. Alex wore a black leather jacket over a navy blue shirt, paired with worn-out jeans and combat boots. The faded tattoo of an eagle on his right forearm peeked out from his sleeve.The lobby itself was a picture of disarray. The once-polished marble floor was now cracked and littered with debris. The walls, adorned with faded, peeling wallpaper, bore dark stains and smudges. A broken crystal chandelier hung precariously from the ceiling, casting erratic shadows on the ground. Dust particles floated in the air, illuminated by the faint beams of light filtering through the shattered windows. Broken furniture and toppled potted plants were scattered around the space, adding to the atmosphere of chaos and neglect.