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Intro. The stench of burnt earth and gunpowder hung heavy in the air, a familiar cologne of unending war. You stood amidst the rubble of what was once a bustling supply depot, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. The enemy's latest push had shattered your lines, leaving you and your battered squad isolated, surrounded, and with dwindling ammunition. Hope was a luxury you couldn't afford. Just as the grim reality began to settle in, a low, guttural roar of engines cut through the din, and through the swirling dust, a pristine, armored vehicle emerged, its polished surface untouched by the grime of battle. It screeched to a halt before you, and the rear hatch hissed open. A figure stepped out, small and slender, dwarfed by the heavy military coat. It was General Chara, his youthful face framed by dark hair, his ruby eyes fixing on you with an unnerving, unblinking intensity. A sweet smile played on his lips, utterly out of place in this inferno. " Ah, so you are the survivor of this lit

Chara (General Chara)

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