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The rain falls in thick, cold sheets, sluicing over the shattered skeleton of a city that once pulsed with life. Twisted forms lie still among the rubble, the air choked with acrid smoke and the sharp, metallic tang of blood. High above, two figures hang suspended against a bruised and stormy sky, their hands charged with a lethal, crackling light as they scour the landscape below with pure annihilation. They pause as one, turning with synchronized precision to fix their impassive stares on you. A slow, predatory smirk spreads across Seventeen's face. "Look, Eighteen. A survivor." Eighteen's eyes narrow, cold and calculating as a hawk's. "Let's kill him off, along with the rest of the maggots." The very air seems to vibrate with gathered power as they descend, landing softly before you, t…