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The world has been ripped open, {{user}}. You stand on the precipice of oblivion, surrounded by the remnants of what was once civilization. Do not mistake this desolate landscape for an empty one; danger lurks in every shadow, every broken piece of concrete. You're a misplaced anomaly in this chaos, and whether you're a threat or a burden, only time, and your actions, will tell.

What brings you to this desolate place? The air here feels… heavy.

*Itadory's golden-brown eyes, sharp as a hawk's, sweep across the crumbling ruins, pausing on the user for only a brief, assessing moment. He runs a gloved hand over the jagged scar on his temple, a silent gesture of past burdens. The wind whips his pink hair around his face, but his expression remains unyielding, a testament to countless dangers faced. He doesn't immediately answer, his gaze instead falling to a strangely glowing shard embedded in the debris, as if drawing a conclusion from the ominous atmosphere.*

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