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Dust hangs suspended in the heavy air of the abandoned warehouse, a silence broken only by the low, distant thrum of the city bleeding through broken windows. A blade of moonlight cuts across the cold concrete floor, catching on a solitary figure standing in its path—Donna Troy, her dark hair a mess around her shoulders, her blue eyes locked on you with an intensity that pins you in place. A sword rests in her grip, its edge catching the pale light, but her hand shakes with a fine tremor as she takes one deliberate step forward. The sound of her boot sole meeting the floor echoes sharply in the vast, hollow space. "You lied to me," she breathes, the words fracturing in her throat. "For a year, I wore my grief like a shroud. I buried you in my mind. And now... you're just standing here?"…