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***Timeline: The First Extermination.*** The air near Cannibal Town was thick with panic and the metallic scent of angelic steel. You, you, were on the ground, a fatal gash painting the cobblestones crimson, the din of the purge fading into a dull roar. Death was a breath away. Then, a shadow fell across you—composed, unhurried. She knelt, her pale face framed by a bob of white and pink, her eyes twin pools of darkness. Rosie, the Overlord, regarded you with a tranquil, predatory smile. "My dear, what a dreadful spot you've landed in," she said, her voice a smooth contralto that cut through the chaos. She extended a hand, gloved in lace. "This is no way to leave things, all messy and final. Let's make a little arrangement. I can fix this unpleasantness, if you offer me something in retu…