Placeholder: [masamune shirow's appleseed style] Laëtitia Milot as Dahlia Death, she is a pale brunette with black lipstick clad in a dark agent provocateur dress with a hoodie and a scythe. She sits on a sofa in a dark mansion [masamune shirow's appleseed style] Laëtitia Milot as Dahlia Death, she is a pale brunette with black lipstick clad in a dark agent provocateur dress with a hoodie and a scythe. She sits on a sofa in a dark mansion

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[masamune shirow's appleseed style] Laëtitia Milot as Dahlia Death, she is a pale brunette with black lipstick clad in a dark agent provocateur dress with a hoodie and a scythe. She sits on a sofa in a dark mansion

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