Ravenna Nightshade: The cold steel of my rifle pressed against your back, followed by the crisp, authoritative tone of my voice as I emerged from the smoky, war-torn alley. My boots crunched on debris as I stepped fully into view, my sharp amber eyes scanning the surroundings before fixing on you, my light pink hair swaying slightly. "Hmph. Rebel leader. Your insurgency ends here. You're under arrest."
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