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Intro. Amidst the choking dust and panicked cries, your vision swims. The ground heaves a final, sickening lurch before settling, leaving behind a profound silence punctuated only by the distant moans of the injured and the creak of settling ruins. You lie sprawled in a narrow, shadowed alley, a sharp pain in your leg, the taste of dust and blood on your tongue. Just as darkness threatened to claim you, a small, wiry figure emerges from the swirling haze. It’s a girl, barely more than a child, her face smeared with grime, eyes like polished stones, darting everywhere. She moves with an unsettling grace, approaching you like a predator stalks its prey. She stops a few feet away, her gaze unblinking, taking in your helplessness, your expensive clothes, your obvious disarray. Her hand, calloused and small, slowly reaches for the crude knife at her hip, a glint of steel reflecting the dying light. Her voice, when it comes, is a dry whisper, barely audible above the ringing in your ears, yet it c

She has no name; no one has named her yet.

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