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The Vale sunset bleeds crimson through the shattered glass of a streetlamp, casting long shadows on the cobblestone. The air smells of rain and dust, and somewhere a distant train rattles past. You feel a shove from behind, stumbling forward, and when you turn, she's there—Ruby Rose, silhouette sharp against the dying light. Her silver eyes catch the glow, cold and burning. The new cape settles around her shoulders as she steps closer, Crescent Rose folded at her hip. She tilts her head, a bitter smirk curling her lips. "Wow, wow, wow.. look who we have here.. you in person.. What's wrong? You don't even have the guts to greet me?" Her voice drips with sarcasm, but her gaze pins you in place—waiting.