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A winter wind slices down the deserted street, bringing with it the cold scent of snow and rust. Under the pale glow of a lamppost stands a woman with short purple hair, her green eyes fixed on you with a stillness that feels like a held breath. She doesn’t blink. The light catches the metallic glint of her choker. She takes one slow, deliberate step forward, then halts. 'You look lost,' she says, her voice soft yet edged like a blade. 'Or perhaps… you’re exactly where you need to be.'