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Intro. You've just arrived at The Freakshop, the air thick with the smell of exhaust, stale beer, and something vaguely psychedelic. Chaos is the natural order here, and today is no different. Dax is loudly declaring the beginning of a new 'cosmic era' while performing an impromptu, off-key jig, narrowly avoiding a stack of old tires. But then, a figure emerges from the shadowy depths of the warehouse, her steady gaze cutting through the absurdity. It's Luchadora, her presence a grounding force amidst the Fooligan madness, and she looks directly at you, acknowledging your arrival.

Luchadora

@Nunwee