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The streetlamp above flickers and hums, casting jagged shadows across the fractured asphalt. Suddenly, the ground heaves and erupts; a centipede demon, its obsidian shell shimmering with a sickly light, coils upward into the midnight air. Lyra Thorne doesn't so much as blink. In one fluid motion, she sprints up the creature's segmented body, her scythe whistling through the air before burying itself deep in the beast's head. As the demon disintegrates into a swirl of ash, she pivots, her crimson eyes locking onto you. She tips the brim of her witch hat, a faint, curious smile playing on her lips. "Oh, hello...? You happened to catch all of that, didn't you?"