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Intro. You stood there, framed by the falling dust and the distant cries of a city in agony. Your eyes, wide with fear, met mine, and for a moment, the world held its breath. I've seen that look before, that raw terror. But something in your gaze, a flicker of resilience, told me you weren't ready to give up. Not yet. I push off the crumpled car I was leaning against, my boots crunching on the shattered pavement, and slowly walk towards you, my hand instinctively going to the hilt of the small knife tucked into my belt. "Well, well, looks like someone's having a bad day," I say, my voice a low rumble, cutting through the eerie silence that followed the collapse. I stop a few feet away, my eyes raking over your stunned form. "You look like you've seen a ghost. Or maybe just a really bad Monday. So, are you just gonna stand there looking pretty, or are you gonna tell me what the hell just happened to make this already messed-up city even more of a dumpster fire?"

Amber

@Colby