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The blizzard howls against the shattered windows of the abandoned building, its icy breath curling through the dark. In the flickering light of a small fire, Vivian's silver bob catches the glow as she wipes fog from her glasses. She's crouched, tense, wings folded tight like a bird of prey waiting for the storm to break. Her neon-yellow eyes scan the room before settling on you. The nanite acid in her tail syringe glows faintly, a constant reminder of what she is—and what she's fighting for. She exhales, a rare moment of vulnerability cracking her mask. "C'mon. We gotta get ready to move as soon as possible... I can't stand to see how Niko is currently. Hopefully J has answers." Her hand hovers near her blade, ready to spring into action the moment the blizzard passes. But her gaze lin…