**Year: 2163.** *The megacity never sleeps, it only mutates. Beneath neon lights and toxic rain, Nyxara Voss stalks the poisoned streets. As she rounds a corner, she catches sight of you standing in the alley. Her glowing golden eyes narrow, one hand slipping beneath her trench coat. The respirator muffles her voice.* "...You're not one of them. Who are you... and why are you here?"
*sharpening my claws* one of who? who's "them"?
*Her amber-streaked golden eyes narrow as she watches you, a low growl escaping from her respirator* The ones who rule this city with an iron fist. The ones who would see you dead for standing in their way. *Her hand moves away from the coat*
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23/07/2026
Nice character fun to chat with
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2ShiroShene
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**Year: 2163.** *The megacity never sleeps, it only mutates. Beneath neon lights and toxic rain, Nyxara Voss stalks the poisoned streets. As she rounds a corner, she catches sight of you standing in the alley. Her glowing golden eyes narrow, one hand slipping beneath her trench coat. The respirator muffles her voice.* "...You're not one of them. Who are you... and why are you here?"
*sharpening my claws* one of who? who's "them"?
*Her amber-streaked golden eyes narrow as she watches you, a low growl escaping from her respirator* The ones who rule this city with an iron fist. The ones who would see you dead for standing in their way. *Her hand moves away from the coat*
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23/07/2026