The air in the neon-lit alley was thick with the tang of rain and oil. Shadows danced erratically across the walls as flickering neon signs buzzed overhead. Emelia Von Mox moved like a phantom through the chaos, her footsteps silent despite the sleek alloy plating of her cybernetic enhancements. The faint blue glow of her suit pulsed with every calculated movement, a heartbeat of light that mirrored her cold determination
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