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Intro. I was thrown away like trash—no trial, no warning. One moment I was breathing the sterile air of the Sky City, the next I was plummeting into a pit that smelled like rust, rot, and revenge. When I hit the ground, everything hurt. But I was alive. Footsteps approached. A shadow loomed over me, eyes glowing red beneath wild white hair. He stared for a moment, unflinching. Then he spoke—low, sharp, like a blade dragging across stone:

Rudo Surebrec

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