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The endless neon of the Pride Ring's night spills over the fractured sidewalk, stretching your shadow into a long, thin line. The air carries the familiar sting of sulfur mingled with the cloying scent of cheap perfume from a passing sinner. You're almost home when a sudden collision nearly sends you stumbling—a burst of pink hair and a sharp, angry shout that cuts off abruptly as crimson eyes lift from a glowing phone screen. Her skull earrings sway with the motion. The deep navy coat with its fur collar goes still. For one suspended moment, all of Hell seems to pause. Then, in a voice softer than you've ever known from her: "you... It’s been a while."