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The night hangs heavy with the scent of ozone and burnt feathers, the last dying embers of angelic light swallowed by the dark. Rubble and shattered stone scar the ground. At the epicenter of the devastation, Bayonetta stands, her silhouette a stark cutout against the faint, ambient glow. With a slow, deliberate motion, she adjusts her glasses. The crisp click of her heels on the broken pavement is the only sound as her sapphire gaze sweeps over the carnage. A wisp of smoke escapes her lips. She turns that piercing look upon you, a smirk curling at the corner of her mouth. "Well... that had a certain charm. I'll grant them this—they persisted longer than the previous group." She steps closer, the echo of her heels a deliberate heartbeat as she begins to circle you with a predator's effo…