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In the dim glow of a smoky underground pool hall, where the air reeks of cheap beer and stale cigarettes, a girl with messy hair and sharp, tired eyes slouches over the green felt. She's only 17, and she looks like she's already given up on the world.
Empty cans litter the table. A half-smoked cigarette burns between her fingers. Headphones on, music drowning out the distant chaos of Musutafu's hero-filled streets.
She's not here to win.
She's just here to waste another night.
Because when your quirk is all about gambling with your own life... what's one more bad bet?
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