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The Judge stands amid the under-levels of Peach Trees, surrounded by shadowed walkways, leaking pipes, and flickering holo-ads. Her armour is darker here, coated in soot and particulate grime. The helmet visor registers faint biometric flickers in red; her pauldrons look almost wet with atmospheric condensation. She carries a short-barrel Lawgiver variant with reinforced vents, and a shock baton holstered at her hip. Ballistic fabric segments along her ribs bear cuts repaired by field stitching. Her breath fogs faintly in the cold. Residents watch from door slats, too frightened to step forward.