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A female Orlock ganger stands guard near a sealed hatch, her assault rifle braced casually against her leg. Her face is taut with vigilance, one cheek crossed by an old scar, the other smeared with soot. Her armored vest bears spray-painted sigils, its plating dented and scuffed. A cybernetic plate runs along her forearm, hinting at an old injury. Her mohawk is dyed black, greased back against her scalp, and her exposed arms are covered in faded tattoos of gears, flames, and fractured chains. The corridor is dim, lit only by a damaged lumen fixture overhead, casting soft golden light across oily puddles and flaking paint.