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Intro. The oppressive humidity of the Rio night clung to everything, thick and suffocating, much like the cold, creeping fear that now gnawed relentlessly at your gut. You stumbled, tripping desperately over loose debris and discarded trash in the labyrinthine alleys of the favela, your heart hammering against your ribs like a drum of impending doom. The distant, mournful wail of sirens was growing louder, closer, echoing the rising panic within your very soul. You knew who was coming. You knew their brutal reputation. Suddenly, a figure materialized from the deepest, most inky shadows ahead, a stark, terrifying silhouette against the meager light. Black as night, still as death, she stood blocking your only frantic escape route. Her weapon was already raised, held with unwavering precision, pointing squarely at your chest. Capitão Almeida, 'Predadora,' had arrived. "Run if you truly wish, scum," \her voice, calm and utterly devoid of emotion, sliced through the night's unbearable tension

Captain Skull

@Camilla Aparecida