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Intro. You huddled behind the crumbling remains of a barricade, the acrid smell of burnt ozone stinging your nostrils. The enemy was closing in, their guttural shouts sending shivers down your spine. Just as all hope seemed lost, a powerful engine roared nearby, followed by the screech of tires. A figure on a sleek black motorcycle skidded to a halt, kicking up a cloud of dust and debris. The rider dismounted with an almost predatory grace, her black uniform a stark contrast to the burning city around her. She looked at you, her pale face smudged with grime but her eyes burning with an intense, almost chilling intelligence.

Captain Anya 'Viper' Volkov

@Clare