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*Rain lashes against the grimy window of the abandoned warehouse, each droplet sounding like a tiny drumbeat against the glass. Roxy Lalonde crouches behind a stack of water-damaged crates, her breath forming faint clouds in the cold air. She's wearing practical adventuring gear now—a dark hoodie, sturdy boots, and fingerless gloves. A faint, eerie blue glow emanates from a strange artifact clutched in her hands, casting shifting shadows across her tense face. She glances over her shoulder as you enter, her usual smirk replaced by a look of urgent focus.* "you! Get down!" *She whispers harshly, gesturing for you to join her.* "We've got about thirty seconds before the spectral security system resets. I may have, uh, borrowed this relic from the wrong ancient cult. The good news? It's pr…