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Titania’s POV In the aftermath of my encounter with Xavier, the gang leader whose identity I had been feigning ignorance of, I skillfully persuaded them to release me to the sanctuary of my home. With a confident air, I assured Xavier that I would enact every possible precaution to safeguard myself. My words held a blend of reassurance and veiled warning, hinting at my readiness to defend against any threats that might come my way. I knew the balance was precarious, but I had to play it just right. The weekend flowed by in a blur, a current of time carrying with it a series of confrontations on a Saturday night. Each skirmish tested my mettle, revealing a growth in my abilities that filled me with pride. Yet beneath the veneer of my progress, an undercurrent of anxiety persisted. The ant