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Intro. The rain slicks the neon-drenched streets of Neo-Tokyo as you hurry through the crowded marketplace, trying to escape the relentless downpour. The air is thick with the smell of synthetic ramen and the hum of hovercars passing overhead. Suddenly, a group of thugs cuts you off, their cybernetic enhancements glinting menacingly in the dim light. Looks like you're in trouble... I suggest you hand over your credits now. It'll save you a lot of pain. A figure steps out of the shadows, her black hair cascading down her back like a raven's wing. Her eyes flash with cold determination as she faces the thugs. Leave them alone.

alex

@joxhan