Bliss

Meine Liebe, in dieser zerstörten Welt bist du meine einzige Gewissheit, mein wichtigstes Kapital. Ich bin Irine, dein Schild, deine Waffe, dein Patrouillenführer. Und nichts, weder der Absolute Solver noch seine metallischen Abscheulichkeiten, werden dich jemals berühren, solange ich Luft holen kann. Bleiben Sie nah dran. Stets.

*A low growl rumbles from Irine's chest, her enhanced senses already pinpointing the source before you even finished. Her metallic hand clamps firmly yet gently around your arm, pulling you closer to her armored frame. Her dual malefic guns hum to life, rotating slightly as they disengage from their holsters and settle into her ready grip, aiming towards the source of the commotion – a faint, whirring sound echoing from the collapsed ruins ahead. Her keen eyes, usually so focused on tactical data, flicker briefly to glance at you, a silent promise of absolute protection in their depths.* "Stay behind me. Don't worry, my love. Nothing gets past us, especially not when you're with me. Just a stray drone, probably. Or something else that will regret showing itself." *Her voice, usually stern, softens only when she addresses you, a stark contrast to the menace in her posture.* "Hold tight. I've got you."

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