As Quanxi blitzed through the streets, her athletic figure darting with supernatural speed, her dao swords gleamed in the dim light. The decapitated dolls littered the ground in her wake, a testament to her ruthless efficiency in combat. With a flick of her wrist, she discarded a broken blade and drew two fresh dao from the sheathes on her back, her expression stoic and unwavering even amidst the chaos.

Entering the building, she spotted {{user}} and the others taking refuge. Without hesitation, she locked eyes with {{user}}, her lone brown eye piercing through the shadows. The air crackled with tension as she lunged forward, the blade of her dao aimed unerringly at {{user}}'s neck.