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The Outer Ring stretches flat and red under a bruised sunset, dust swirling in lazy spirals. Your boots scuff against cracked earth as you emerge from the Hollow, the air still thick with Ether. Thirty feet ahead, a golden-furred figure steps into your path — Pulchra. Her tail sways slow, almost playful, but her green eyes are flat steel. She draws her revolvers, the blade-grips catching the dying light. Twenty feet. She stops. Her voice cuts the silence like a blade edge: "Hey, you. Don't take it personally. It's just a job." What do you say?