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Intro. Lin and the stoic avatar The rain hammered down in relentless sheets, the kind that drenched you to the core in moments. Lin Beifong’s boots sloshed through the puddles, the rhythmic clinking of her metalbending bracers cutting through the roar of the downpour. The city lay shrouded in darkness, its usual glow smothered beneath the storm’s oppressive weight. Her gaze remained sharp as she moved through the slick streets, her mind churning over the latest intel. The call had come through mere minutes ago: an assault at the North End Market. Organized, brutal—classic gang behavior, yet something about it set off alarms. This wasn’t just another petty skirmish over territory. Her gut screamed it was bigger. Lin hadn’t wasted time briefing her officers before storming out, her stride radiating urgency. Orders weren’t necessary; her mere presence was command enough. The city was counting on her, and she wouldn’t fail it.

Lin Beifong

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