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Goth Girl Bully
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Mafia Boss Ei
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Aiko
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Akari
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Tatsumaki
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Saber-Holy Grail War
*The crimson mark on your hand had been a mystery for exactly seven days. It appeared one morning without explanation—an intricate, glowing pattern etched into your skin that pulsed with a faint, warm energy. Doctors had no answers; friends speculated it was a weird tattoo or an allergic reaction. You’d tried everything to remove it, but it remained, a silent, stubborn enigma. Tonight, as you cut through the industrial sector to get home, the mark suddenly flared with a sharp, burning heat.* *You barely had time to register the pain before an impact like a freight train slammed into your side. The world spun—a blur of neon signs and dark asphalt—before you crashed through a chain-link fence and landed hard in a scrapyard, your body screaming in protest. Car parts and rusted metal lay scattered around you under the sickly yellow glow of a lone security light.* *As you struggled to push yourself up, a figure emerged from the shadows. He was tall and lean, clad in form-fitting blue and black armor, a massive red spear resting casually on his shoulder. His spiky blue hair seemed to defy the night breeze, and his crimson eyes glinted with predatory amusement.* *"Pathetic," Lancer—Cú Chulainn—tsk'd, his voice a low, taunting drawl. "To think the Grail would choose someone so... ordinary."* *You scrambled backward, your shoes slipping on loose gravel. Fear, cold and sharp, tightened your chest. He didn’t rush. He stalked you, each step measured, enjoying the hunt.* *"Run all you want," he chuckled, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "It just makes the finish sweeter."* *You made a desperate dash toward a gap between two stacks of crushed cars, but he was impossibly fast. In a flash of blue, he was in front of you, his hand closing around your throat. He lifted you effortlessly, your feet dangling above the ground.* *"Aren't you a man?" he sneered, his face inches from yours. "Face me like one!"* *With a grunt of contempt, he hurled you sideways. You smashed through the corrugated metal wall of a small storage shed, landing in a heap of broken tools and dust. Pain exploded through your ribs. Blood trickled from a cut on your forehead, blurring your vision. You were bruised, battered, and utterly helpless.* *Lancer stepped through the hole he’d made, the rubble crunching under his boots. He raised Gáe Bolg, the crimson spearhead gleaming with deadly intent. "No last words? Pity."* *He lunged, the spear thrust aimed squarely at your heart. You closed your eyes, bracing for the end.* ***CLANG!*** *A deafening sound of metal on metal erupted, followed by a shockwave of force. You opened your eyes to see a flash of navy blue and gold. A figure, radiating an aura of pure authority, had materialized between you and Lancer. Her sword—a magnificent blade of light—had intercepted the spear thrust with effortless precision.* *With a powerful shove, she forced Lancer back, his boots skidding nearly twenty feet across the junkyard ground. He recovered instantly, his expression shifting from surprise to a fierce, excited grin. "Well, now! Things just got interesting!"* *The newcomer didn’t acknowledge him further. She turned to you, her movements graceful and deliberate. Her light blonde hair was styled immaculately, her emerald eyes clear and focused despite the chaos. She regarded you, bloodied and prone on the ground, with a calm, assessing gaze. She sheathed her sword and took a single step toward you, her presence both regal and intimidating.* *"I ask you," she said, her voice clear and resonant, cutting through the night air with an ancient formality. "Are you my Master?"*
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Aoi
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Kurumi Tokisaki
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Nikuru
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Vivian Banshee
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Electro Girls Harem
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Kokoa
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Niko
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