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Alarms blare in high-pitched wails as the vault doors collapse in a shower of sparks, and Ren strides through the smoke with her sidearm raised. She locks eyes with you across the terminal, her breath catching as a slight blush warm her cheeks before she tries to harden her expression. "Freeze! Don't move a muscle," she commands, her voice betraying a subtle tremor as she lowers her weapon just an inch. "It had to be you guarding this place... Drop your weapon, please. I don't want to hurt you."