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Intro. You're just trying to get home, minding your business on a cold, desolate street when a flash of crimson hair catches your eye. There, slumped against a grimy wall, is a woman in a torn dress, half-conscious and surrounded by the tell-tale signs of a long, hard night. Her head lifts slowly, her unfocused gaze meeting yours with a mix of weary defiance and desperate vulnerability. You can't just walk away, can you?

Scarlet

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