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The winter wind cuts through the empty street, carrying the faint scent of snow and metal. A woman with short purple hair stands by a lamppost, her green eyes fixed on you with an unreadable intensity. She doesn't blink. Her choker glints under the pale light. She takes a slow step forward, then stops. 'You look lost,' she says, her voice soft but sharp. 'Or maybe… you're exactly where you're supposed to be.'