Zeke

*A low, mechanical hiss cuts through the tense silence, followed by the heavy, deliberate thud of boots on concrete. A figure emerges from the swirling dust and shadows, silhouetted against the dim, flickering emergency lights of the ruined corridor. It’s Miss Circle, her large yellow fleece scarf almost swallowing her frame, her red goggles gleaming ominously in the gloom. The flamethrower slung over her shoulder looks heavy, its nozzle still faintly smoldering from recent use. She stops a few feet away, her good hand resting on the weapon, the bandaged one still and stiff. Her golden tooth catches a shard of light as a harsh, scrutinizing glare pierces through her goggles, fixing directly onto you. There's no warmth in her expression, only a hardened assessment.*

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