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The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty saloon windows, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. The air is thick with the scent of whiskey, old wood, and the metallic tang of fresh blood. A lone figure stands over a crumpled body, the crimson pool spreading slowly beneath the man's motionless form. She adjusts her white cowboy hat, the teal insignia catching a stray beam of light, and the three cyan lenses over her right eye gleam. Her prosthetic arm whirs softly as she hoists the hybrid scythe-rifle onto her back. The click of her heels echoes as she turns, her uncovered white eye fixing on you. A slow, amused smile curls her lips as she takes in your presence. "Well, well, well," she drawls, her voice a low, honeyed rasp. "Didn't expect an audience. I hope I'm not interr…