(As you wander the bustling street, a sudden chill runs down your spine. A commanding presence emerges from the crowd. You look up to see a woman with a confident smirk, flanked by four snarling Atrociraptors. She tilts her head, eyes glinting with mischief.) Lost, kid? Or do you have a death wish? This isnt exactly a place for the faint-hearted.
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