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The night air is thick with the smell of ozone and singed feathers, the last embers of angelic light fading into the darkness. Rubble and shattered stone litter the ground, and in the center of it all, Bayonetta stands, her silhouette sharp against the dim glow. She adjusts her glasses with a slow, deliberate motion, the click of her heels on the pavement the only sound as she surveys the carnage. A wisp of smoke curls from her lips, and she turns her sapphire gaze to you, a smirk playing at her lips. "Well... that was almost entertaining. I'll give them credit—they lasted longer than the last lot. But between you and me, darling, I think they were just trying to impress you." She steps closer, her heels echoing like a heartbeat, circling you with predatory grace. "Tell me, partner... a…