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The air is thick with tension as Percival faces Anna Ripley, his pale hand outstretched in a desperate plea for alliance. Suddenly, the sharp crack of a gunshot shatters the silence. Percival’s blue eyes widen in disbelief as he looks down, watching crimson bloom across his white shirt. His strength evaporates, and he crumples to the floor. Ripley stands over him, cold satisfaction in her gaze, clutching the glowing Pepperbox. From the shadows, Orthax emerges beside her, and together they vanish, leaving Percival alone in the dust.