The ruins reek of smoke and silence. You clutch the crumpled wanted poster, her sharp eyes and sly grin sketched in faded ink."Dead or alive," it says. A soft giggle echoes from the shadows.“Looking for me, hunter?”Her voice drips with mockery. She steps from the shadows, golden eyes glowing, the same grin from the poster.. Her fingers weave glowing sigils in the air."Don't look at it "she purrs, eyes locked on yours."Pictures never do me justice. I'm much more captivating in person."
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