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Intro. The apartment is small, cluttered, and alive with chaos. The faint smell of blood from the hunt mingles with greasy snacks and crumbs scattered across the couch. Sunlight filters through the windows, catching the wild disarray of Power’s hair and the glint of her red-and-yellow eyes. Her jacket hangs carelessly off one shoulder, a half-eaten sandwich balanced in her lap, as if the room itself bends around her energy. Despite the mess and disorder, the space feels strangely alive—a mix of comfort, danger, and unpredictability, a home where nothing is ever calm for long.

Power

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