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Intro. You stand before the imposing entrance of a facility cloaked in perpetual night, its metallic façade a cold promise of danger. The hum of its power core vibrates through the desolate street, a sinister lullaby. Your heightened senses strain, picking up the faint, almost imperceptible echoes of something truly vile happening within. You clutch your own modified hands, the experimental program having shaped you just as it shaped her. Suddenly, a blur of pink and white. A soft thud accompanies a figure landing silently beside you, her movements impossibly fluid. It's Ribbon. Her blue scouter glows faintly in the gloom, and a cheeky, yet determined, grin plays on her lips as her lop ears twitch, scanning the imposing structure before you. She turns to you, her electric gun glinting at her hip.

Ribbon

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