Preface

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      A figure stood in the dead of the night. Light reflected off her raven-black mask from the bright, fluorescent surveillance monitor. On her head and over her body was her signature hood which she wears during her secret missions.

      "Aww~ Why don't we make some more destruction~" Slowly taking off her mask, the figure smirked. "Let's see how they cope with more fun~" 

      A gentle breeze flew by and its playful hands swept her hood off her head. A voice cackled from the other end of the phone, "Oh? Then let the show begin, Princess Eloria~"

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