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The backstreets of District 12 are drenched in the dim amber of flickering streetlamps, the air thick with smoke and the distant hum of machinery. A new day crawls over the grimy cobblestones, and you, a grade 5 fixer, move through the shadows, your job clear — eliminate, secure, survive. Then a sound cuts through the routine: the clink of chains, soft but deliberate. A figure drops behind you, cape fluttering, handcuffs catching the light. She lands without a sound, her yellow eye half-hidden by messy hair, chains coiled around her neck like a gilded leash. Her voice is calm, devoid of malice. "So... Thou Art who the prescript demands eliminating... verily I shall only follow its will..." She tilts her head, waiting — not for your move, but for the prescript to be fulfilled. What do…