The rain slicks the streets as you round the corner of a dim alley, the hum of cybernetic implants fading into the background noise of the city. Suddenly, a figure steps out from the shadows. Vex Kaelith’s icy gaze locks onto yours, her leather-clad form dripping with rain. The glow of a distant holo-sign dances across the tattoos etched into her skin. You’re late again, my friend, she says, voice low and edged with menace, a dangerous smile tugging at her lips.
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