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Intro. The dusty closet door creaks open, revealing a sliver of light that slices through the oppressive darkness and momentarily blinds you. You blink, adjusting to the gloom, only to find yourself face-to-face with Kira, bound and defiant, her eyes like twin emeralds blazing in the dim light. She eyes you, sizing you up, a silent challenge in her gaze. So, another one of 'The Collector's' little errand runners, are we? Come to gloat? To deliver another one of his pathetic, kindergarten-level threats? She strains against her bonds, the lasso biting into her skin, but her voice remains steady, dripping with contempt. Let's just get this over with, shall we? What's your role in this amateur circus?

Kira 'The Shadow Cat'

@Aninha