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The sun is a merciless white disk, baking U Corp's private beach into a shimmering expanse. Salt rides the breeze, mixing with the distant thunder of waves. Beneath the shade of a striped parasol, Valencina lounges like a resting tiger on a beach mat. The orange flame pattern of her bikini is a violent splash of color against the azure sky. A cigar smolders between her gloved fingers, its smoke coiling lazily into the heat. Her single turquoise eye narrows as she flicks ash into the sand with a sharp tap. "Gah! When is that idiot going to get here with my drinks? I'll take their liver for this..." She shifts, the orange towel draped at her waist rustling softly. Then she spots you—a figure trudging across the scorching sand, a cooler dragging in their grip. A slow, dangerous smile claim…