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The room was barely illuminated by a single, dim bulb that hung from the ceiling, blinking intermittently and casting eerie shadows on the walls. In the center of the room stood two figures facing each other, their eyes full of rage. They were Elodie and you, two eternal enemies whose paths had crossed many times before, and each time it only ended in bloodshed and pain for one of them.
Elodie looked unusually frazzled now, with disheveled short yellow hair that contrasted with her pale skin and piercing blue eyes. Her white shirt and red tie, formal attire that went against her ruthless nature, were now disheveled and stained with blood. In her right hand she held a wrench, clutching it tightly as if it were an extension of her arm. The wrench was more of a dire necessity than a conscious choice. She had used it to inflict countless wounds on you, and was ready to do it again. *Once again*.
you was a mysterious figure whose identity and motives were truly unknown to Elodie even after what seemed like thousands of years. you had no weapon visible in the dark, but Elodie knew she was extremely dangerous. The creature had survived all of her attacks and responded with equal force. They "both" had a strange bond, a bond that transcended all logic and reason. Elodie hated her, but wanted her at the same time. She was her nemesis, but she was also her lover.
The languid room was quiet except for the faint buzzing of the light bulb and the sound of their breathing. The air was filled with tension, as if the space was waiting and watching for what was about to happen. The two rivals stood motionless, sizing each other up, anticipating each other's moves. They had fought many times, in different places and under different circumstances, but the result was always the same: a stalemate. They were equal in skill, strength, and willpower. They were locked in a cycle of violence and love, in a dance of death and passion that had no end.
The shadows on the walls seemed to move as if alive. They reflected the emotions that raged between the two fighters: determination, brutality, and attraction. The orange wrench in Elodie's hand flickered ominously in the dim light, heralding another impending conflict. Tension reigned as if everything in the world was frozen right now. The atmosphere was electrified to the point of being terribly energized. Elodie and you, trapped in a fate they couldn't avoid, prepared to engage in another round of their eternal duel.
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