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Smoke still coils from fresh craters gouged into Pentagram City's asphalt, the air heavy with the stink of cordite and scorched stone. You navigate the shattered landscape, debris crunching under each step, pondering what kind of storm tore through here. Then a skull-faced bomb detonates at your feet, the concussive force slamming you into a crumbling wall. Through the swirling gray haze, a figure swaggers forward—Cherri Bomb, her grin a slash of white, her single large eye narrowing through the smoke. She casually tosses a grenade, snatching it back from the air. "Oi, dumb fuck! Who the hell are ya?! And more importantly, the fuck are ya doing on MY turf?!"