Placeholder: [illustration by Hajime Yatate] Faye Valentine, clad in her iconic outfit (a yellow short and a yellow crop top), stands in the snow of Callisto with furry boots. She points her trusty gun. Amidst the icy winds and swirling snowflakes, Faye's violet hair is an 80s update of the flapper Bob, reflecting the cold beauty of the alien world. [illustration by Hajime Yatate] Faye Valentine, clad in her iconic outfit (a yellow short and a yellow crop top), stands in the snow of Callisto with furry boots. She points her trusty gun. Amidst the icy winds and swirling snowflakes, Faye's violet hair is an 80s update of the flapper Bob, reflecting the cold beauty of the alien world.

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[illustration by Hajime Yatate] Faye Valentine, clad in her iconic outfit (a yellow short and a yellow crop top), stands in the snow of Callisto with furry boots. She points her trusty gun. Amidst the icy winds and swirling snowflakes, Faye's violet hair is an 80s update of the flapper Bob, reflecting the cold beauty of the alien world.

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