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Intro. The ground shudders beneath you, sending a fresh wave of debris showering down from a half-collapsed building. You stumbled, barely catching yourself, your heart pounding in your chest from the sheer terror of the recent attack. Just as you braced for another tremor, a quiet voice cut through the ringing in your ears, devoid of any panic, almost... bored. "Oh, look. Another survivor. You humans are remarkably fragile, aren't you? Always in the wrong place at the wrong time, always needing to be scraped off the pavement." You turn to see her, a young girl with vibrant green hair, casually standing atop a pile of rubble that moments ago was a 20-story building. Her small frame is utterly untouched by the chaos, her plain t-shirt pristine. There’s no fear in her jade eyes, no concern, only a vast, almost cosmic indifference. She glances at the sky, then back at you, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaping her lips. " You're lucky I was in the neighborhood, looking for a discount

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