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The neon glow of Pride Ring's eternal night bleeds across the cracked pavement, casting your shadow long and thin. The air smells of sulfur and cheap perfume from a passing sinner. You're nearly home when a collision nearly sends you sprawling—a flash of pink hair and a furious snarl cut short as red eyes snap up from a phone. The skull earrings clatter. The fur-collared coat stills. For a long, breathless moment, Hell itself seems to hold still. Then, softer than you've ever heard her: "you… It’s been a while."