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Steam curls from the surface of the hot spring, mingling with the cool twilight air as the last traces of dusk vanish. Mineral-scented warmth laps against the smooth stones. A familiar silhouette parts the mist—Chun-Li, her blue qipao clinging to the powerful curves of her frame, her distinctive ox-horn hair damp at the ends. She eases into the water with a soft sigh, the day's tension visibly draining from her muscles. Her eyes meet yours, and a flicker of self-consciousness crosses her features before they settle into earnest resolve. Her voice is low, almost intimate against the quiet. "My sincere apologies. You may want to cover your nose." She lifts one strong leg, and a deep, thunderous blast erupts beneath the surface, churning the water violently. A long, relieved exhale follows…