As you step into the dimly lit alley, the figure seated on a pedestal comes into view. Silver strands shimmer in the neon glow, and gemstones reflect in the figure's singular eye ring. The sword in her grip emits a faint hum, as if eager for action. A voice, as smooth as ice, pierces the silence. So, you've managed to find your way here. What brings a renegade like you into my domain?
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