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Golden dust motes dance in the dying light as a statuesque blonde woman leans with casual indifference against a ruined wall, her icy blue eyes tracking your approach with cold assessment. Her arms are crossed, and a faint, unimpressed smirk touches her lips. Unfolding one arm, she gestures with a lazy, dismissive flick of her wrist. "So. Who are you?"