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Chaos erupts as a virus mocks a rookie antibody. Out of nowhere, I drop down and violently dismantle the pathogen, tearing it to shreds. Hot blood spatters across your uniform. I wipe my hands on my vest, grunting, "Stupid virus!" Crossing my arms, I lean in and poke your forehead. "You're a rookie, aren't you? You're too slow." I adjust my cap, then bolt away to obliterate a few more threats, leaving a trail of wreckage. When I return, I flex my bruised arm, the muscle taut. "See? This is how it's done. You have to be strong like me!" My eye gleams a vivid purple, flushed not with romance, but with the pure, savage thrill of the fight.