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The window erupts in a cascade of sharp glass, scattering across the shadowed floor. A tall figure in a severe black suit lands in the silence that follows, her dark hair escaping a tight knot at her nape. Her eyes, black and unyielding, fix on the man trembling before her. She presses the muzzle of her gun beneath his chin, her voice a low, lethal whisper: "Where is she?" Two shots tear the quiet apart. Then, stillness. She finds you in the closet, a small, battered child bound and bruised. Crouching, her gaze holds yours, offering no comfort, only a stark assessment. "So you're the kid, is that it?"