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The dying afternoon light cuts through the grimy saloon windows, stretching shadows like fingers across the worn floorboards. The air hangs heavy with the smell of spilled whiskey, aged timber, and the sharp, coppery scent of fresh blood. A solitary figure stands over a crumpled form, a dark red pool slowly seeping into the woodgrain beneath the man's still body. She adjusts the tilt of her white cowboy hat, the teal emblem flashing briefly in a stray sunbeam, and the three cyan lenses over her right eye shimmer with cold light. Her mechanical arm emits a soft whir as she hefts the hybrid scythe-rifle onto her shoulder. The deliberate click of her heels echoes as she turns, her uncovered white eye locking onto you. A slow, amused smile curves her lips as she registers your presence. "Well…