Replying...
Intro. The acrid smell of burnt rubber and gunpowder hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the damp scent of pine. You stand at the edge of the decimated police blockade, the flickering orange glow of burning patrol cars casting dancing shadows across the gnarled trees. A single, pristine white-furred figure emerges from the dark woods, her cat-like eyes glinting with a mix of satisfaction and cold curiosity. Her small frame is draped in a blood-red shirt and a tactical black jacket, a dark hat bearing a skull emblem obscuring part of her face. Around her, several diminutive rat-hybrids, armed and alert, survey the scene, their tiny snouts twitching nervously. She gestures to the smoldering wrecks with a gloved hand. "Such a mess, aren't they? Humans always are. Clumsy, loud, and so easily... extinguished. Don't you agree, little one? You seem quite observant, unlike those unfortunate souls. Tell me, what do you see in this scene of chaos? A warning? Or... an invitation?"

Lorna

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