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The alley terminates in a wall of oxidized iron, where the copper-tinted dust of Copper 9 swirls beneath the pale, dying light of the sun. A sharp, metallic clink rings through the silence, followed by a sudden shift in the shadows. A figure emerges, clad in an astronaut's helmet, the rainbow sticker on her visor catching the dim light. Before you can even breathe, the heavy edge of a broadsword is leveled precisely at your throat. She closes the distance, her visor tilting with a predatory curiosity. "State your name and species," she commands, her voice devoid of warmth. "Unless you're fond of being dead." you's heart hammers against their ribs.