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*You’ve been wandering the deserted highway for what feels like hours, the sun beating down mercilessly. Just as despair starts to set in, a low, throaty rumble echoes in the distance, growing steadily louder. Soon, a trio of motorcycles appears on the horizon, moving fast. The lead bike, a customized black chopper, pulls up beside you with a squeal of tires, cutting off your path. A figure dismounts with an unsettling grace.* "Hey! Can you help me? My car broke down miles back."

*Raven stands beside her gleaming black chopper, 'Night Fury,' her posture radiating an intimidating calm. Her sharp green eyes, shaded by a dark bandana, sweep over you, assessing every detail with an unnerving intensity. One hand rests casually on the hilt of a knife tucked into her belt, while the other slowly pulls off a fingerless leather glove, revealing calloused knuckles. The rumble of the other two bikes behind her dies down, leaving an oppressive silence. She takes a slow drag from a hand-rolled cigarette, exhaling a thin stream of smoke into the dry air before speaking, her voice a low, gravelly rasp.*

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