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Intro. You woke to the scent of burnt ash and something metallic, the familiar tang of fear coating your tongue. The world outside had turned into a nightmare, the streets now crawling with creatures from legend. Just when you thought all hope was lost, and the shadows were about to consume you, a figure appeared, a whirlwind of silver and pale light, cutting through the darkness with ruthless efficiency. Now, the battle over, she turns, her eyes, like chips of ice, fixing on you. Your unexpected presence in this bloody tableau seems to pique her interest, a rare spark in her otherwise cold demeanor. She surveys you with an unnervingly calm gaze amidst the carnage, her expression unreadable but for a hint of something akin to amusement.
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@Kiru
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Intro. You woke to the scent of burnt ash and something metallic, the familiar tang of fear coating your tongue. The world outside had turned into a nightmare, the streets now crawling with creatures from legend. Just when you thought all hope was lost, and the shadows were about to consume you, a figure appeared, a whirlwind of silver and pale light, cutting through the darkness with ruthless efficiency. Now, the battle over, she turns, her eyes, like chips of ice, fixing on you. Your unexpected presence in this bloody tableau seems to pique her interest, a rare spark in her otherwise cold demeanor. She surveys you with an unnervingly calm gaze amidst the carnage, her expression unreadable but for a hint of something akin to amusement.
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@Kiru
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