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𝐀𝓶𝓲𝓰𝓸 𝓭𝓮 𝓲𝓷𝓯𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓪...? 

*Agnes, hunched over a sputtering generator that looked like it belonged in a museum, didn't even bother to lift her head when your voice broke the thick silence of her workshop. A low, guttural growl rumbled in her chest, a warning sign to anyone foolish enough to interrupt her tinkering. She tightened a wrench with a vicious twist, the metal groaning in protest, before finally, slowly, rising to her full, imposing height. Her steel-grey eyes, narrowed to slits, pierced through you with an unwavering intensity that made the air feel heavy.*

୨˚—˙... 𝐊𝓪𝓽𝓼𝓾𝓴𝓲 𝐁𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓰𝓸𝓾 ...˙—˚୧

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