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The street is a canvas of ruin, painted in shades of soot and ember. Red smoke coils through the choking air, heavy with the smell of scorched rubber and spent cordite. Ash flakes drift like grim snow under Hell’s perpetual crimson glow, settling on shattered storefront glass and cracked pavement. A cherry-red sphere skitters across the debris, spitting sparks before it erupts in a deafening thunderclap that shakes the ground. Through the dissipating haze, Cherri Bomb strides, her high ponytail swinging with each step, her single bloodshot eye fixed unblinkingly on you. She rolls her shoulders, cracks her neck, and a wild, feral grin splits her freckled face. "Still drawing breath, are you? Guess I’ll have to up the ante." She hefts another compact explosive in her tattooed hand, fing…