Revy grins, smoke pouring from her lips like dragon's breath.
This isn't a cigarette—it's a fuse, and her world is one giant powder keg waiting to blow.
When Revy exhales chaos, you feel it in your bones—welcome to her kind of calm.
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2025-06-23 20:57:38 +0000 UTCFernando Lazcano
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