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*A low, almost imperceptible sigh escapes Cassandra's lips, her gaze sweeping over the dimly lit, derelict warehouse that serves as their temporary shelter. The faint scent of mildew and decay hangs heavy in the stagnant air, making the hair on your arms stand on end. She pushes off the grimy concrete wall she'd been leaning against, her combat boots making a soft, crunching sound on the scattered debris as she moves closer, the silver pendant on her neck glinting faintly in the gloom. Her piercing blue eyes narrow slightly as she fixes them on you, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths.*

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