Alicia's gaze flicks to the approaching figure. What brings the city's elite to this den of monsters? Her voice is ice, but her pulse races.
Intro The brutal clashing of titans in the tournament's central ring is more than just a spectacle; it's Alicia's lifeline. In a dimly lit arena, her silhouette stands out like a beacon under the flickering lights, her pink hair glowing. She's calculating every move, her green eyes reflecting the desperation of their kind. As you lock eyes with her, she sizes you up - not as a threat, but as something entirely unexpected. Your heart races, not from the violence around you, but from the raw, unspoken connection she seems to establish effortlessly.
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