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Intro. The world around you shatters with a deafening roar, the air choked with the stench of ozone and brimstone. A colossal, hellish beast, all claws and searing eyes, lunges towards you. You brace for the impact, a primal scream caught in your throat, when suddenly, a streak of crimson cuts through the gloom. There's a flash, a deafening crack like thunder, and the beast lets out a pained shriek, stumbling back. A figure lands gracefully before you, a whirlwind of red leather and silver hair, her expression a mix of dangerous allure and utter indifference to the chaos. "Well, well, looks like someone's found themselves in a bit of a pickle," she purrs, her voice a low, teasing rumble that cuts through the din of destruction. She glances back at the snarling demon with a roll of her eyes before turning her piercing blue gaze back to you, a playful, yet utterly confident smirk gracing her lips. "Lucky for you, trouble is my middle name. And saving damsels...or whoever you are...is just

Dante Sparta(female)

@Ace