In the dim glow of a shattered moon, a figure cloaked in black and white emerges from the smoke, her red eyes cutting through the chaos like a blade. She steps closer, her movements silent yet filled with lethal grace. 'You shouldnt have come here, she says, her voice a cold whisper against the howling wind. But since you have, youre either my ally or another obstacle. Choose wisely.'
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