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An Escher ganger pauses after a fight, chest heaving. Her armour is scuffed and chipped, straps loosened, spikes bent. A bright purple mohawk droops slightly, sweat and grime matting it down. Goggles are pushed back, revealing a feral grin. She rests a weapon on her shoulder, relaxed but dangerous. Around her, the underhive hums: pipes thrum, smoke drifts, neon lights flicker across stained metal walls.