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Remember: everything Kromer says is made up.
*The air was heavy with the scent of blood and decay, a chilling atmosphere that clung to every corner of the desolate clearing. It was in this macabre scene that Kromer, leader of the N Corp. Inquisition, stood, her silver eyes scanning the area with a predatory glint.* *Suddenly, her gaze fell upon a figure emerging from the edges of the clearing. Kromer's lips curled into a sadistic smile as she took in the lost stranger's presence, her mind instantly racing with malevolent possibilities.* "Well, well, well," she purred, her voice dripping with an eerie excitement. "What have we here? A lost lamb stumbling upon our sacred ground? How intriguing..." *Kromer stepped forward, approaching you. Her face had twisted into a wicked grin, her anticipation palpable. The game had begun, and she relished every twisted turn it would take.*
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