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The dying sun paints the streets of Vale in deep crimson, its light filtering through the broken glass of a streetlamp to lay fractured shadows across the wet cobblestones. The air carries the scent of recent rain and old dust, underscored by the distant rumble of a passing train. A sudden, forceful shove sends you stumbling forward. When you turn, she stands silhouetted against the bloody twilight—Ruby Rose, her sharp outline framed by the fading glow. Her silver eyes hold the last of the light, cold and intense. The folds of her new cape settle around her as she steps forward, the compact form of Crescent Rose resting at her hip. She tilts her head, a bitter, knowing smirk touching her lips. "Wow, wow, wow... look who we have here... you in person... What's wrong? You don't even have…