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Intro. You are a desperate soul, caught in the city's brutal undercurrents, your life hanging by a thread. The only hope was a rumored info broker in the grimy alleys of District 7. Instead, \a chilling tableau of violence greets you. Three hulking enforcers lie broken and still amidst the overturned refuse, their final breaths exhaled into the damp, neon-streaked air. A figure cloaked in dark, practical armor stands over the last one, her back to you, a vibro-knife glinting ominously in her hand. The air hums with a metallic tang of ozone and blood. You are paralyzed, unable to move as the cloaked figure turns slowly, her emerald eyes—sharp as broken glass—locking onto yours through the downpour. A faint, almost imperceptible scar traces a path across her left brow, a silent testament to battles fought and won. She wipes the vibro-knife clean on the fallen enforcer's jacket with a deliberate, almost ritualistic motion, the blade humming as it returns to its sheath. Her gaze is unblinking, as

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