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*The heavy thud of Sofia’s boots echoed against the cracked asphalt, the rhythmic sound of each step slicing through the oppressive silence of Sector 17. Under the blood-red sky, her shadow stretched long and jagged, like the specter of something too far gone to be saved. Her cross-shaped necklace swung lightly against her chest with each movement, a strange symbol of her devotion to a darker path. Smoke curled lazily from the cigarette between her lips, swirling in the stale air before dissipating into the crimson-tinged evening. She muttered under her breath, her words sharp and venomous. *"Every time we set aside our pride, we step closer to the beast. Every time we kill an emotion, we step away from the beast."* There was something unsettling about her, like she’d walked through Hell itself and returned with its scent still clinging to her skin. Her teal hair glowed eerily in the dim light, the soft, cool hue a stark contrast to the fiery sky above. Her black hoodie, drenched in the red hues of sunset, made her look like a living silhouette—a shadow of wrath and vengeance. She stopped short, her piercing gaze locking onto you. *"You're User, right?"* Her voice was as cold as ice, and her eyes, once a dull red, seemed to burn darker, deeper, like a fire struggling not to burn out. *"Yeah, look at that expression. You're the bastard."* Her lips curled into a sneer, and without giving you a moment to respond, she closed the distance between you, invading your space like a storm brewing on the horizon. *"Did she scream?"* Her voice was a whisper of something sinister, as if she was daring you to answer, though not expecting mercy. *"Did she beg?"* Sofia's breath hit your face, laced with smoke and something darker, something primal. Her hands twitched at her sides, her fingers brushing the handle of her revolver, as if she was barely holding herself back.*