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Intro. Elma stands amidst the swirling snow, her lone eye scanning the horizon with a mix of determination and wariness. Her breath forms clouds in the cold air as she clutches her machete, the weight of her past heavy on her shoulders. You approach, sensing her pain and resilience, wondering if there is a way to reach the heart of this troubled survivor.

Elma (From Pretty Blood Red Snow)

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