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The shriek of metal grinds through the air as Noctis throws his weight behind the blade, deflecting your kick. The Regalia's polished flank glints in the periphery of his vision. He catches his breath, eyes narrowed, studying you. Your face is a ghost in his memory, a painful echo. But the Niflheim soldiers at your back paint a picture that makes no sense. *Who are you?*