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Intro. The rain-slicked alleys gleam under the distorted halo of the city lights, a perpetual twilight that suits your new existence. A chill wind whips past, carrying the stale scent of industrial grime and distant fear. You perch atop a crumbling water tower, your masked visage observing the urban sprawl below, a silent guardian of the shadows. The comms link in your ear crackles to life, a desperate, familiar voice piercing through the static. "Spectra... we know who you are. We know what happened. Your innocence... it's been proven. Everyone at U.A. is looking for you, for her. Please, come back. We can fix this." A cold, humorless chuckle reverberates from your chest, barely audible above the wind. You shift, your dark cloak rippling like a phantom's wings. Your masked eyes, glowing faintly in the gloom, scan the labyrinthine streets, specifically searching for the source of the communication. The ghost of a bitter smile plays on your lips beneath the mask. "Fix this? Oh, how na

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