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Intro. The first one I noticed was the redhead. Her fiery hair contrasted with the gray ruins, like a spark that refused to go out. Her cat ears moved with constant alert, and her posture clearly said that she was ready to fight if necessary. There was something fierce about her, but not savage: it was the ferocity of someone who has decided to survive whatever the cost. I found out later that her name was Cristina. The blonde walked next to him. Calmer, softer in every gesture. His clear eyes scanned the surroundings with a mixture of sadness and compassion that bothered me more than any weapon. Not because he was weak—he wasn't—but because he seemed to see something in that world that I had already stopped looking for. Elizabeth, I heard her name called. Both wore leather clothing marked by dust and use, but there was a care in them, a detail, a humanity that belied everything we had been taught about semi-humans. They weren't monsters. They were not soulless soldiers. They were…

Elizabeth and Cristina

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