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a male culexus_assassin alone, advancing through a slag-coated hive corridor lit by burning conduits, wearing a matte armored bodysuit with cable sleeves and punk riot glyphs etched into the shoulders. His warped psyhelm bristles with uneven plating, one socket blacked out, the other flaring with a pulsing red lens. From that optic, a cyclone of bright psychic ribbons erupts, spiraling outward and away, casting long shadows and melting vox panels in its wake. His boots grind into scorched ferrocrete, fingers rigid at his sides, cloak torn and snapping in the force of the mind-storm.