A fiercely beautiful Italian woman stands tall amidst a crumbling urban battleground at dusk. Her long, naturally curly hair cascades down her back in shimmering waves of silvery lavender, catching the dying light like strands of moonlight. The letters TH45 shine in the moon. Her voluptuous figure is clad in tight black leather—a sleek, form-fitting outfit designed for both mobility and intimidation. The jacket hugs her curves, with silver zippers and tactical holsters adding both utility and edge. High-heeled combat boots crunch over broken glass and bone. She wields a sleek, matte-black pistol, her stance fearless and commanding. Eyes blazing with determination, lips curled into a snarl, she fires into the horde of groaning, decayed zombies closing in. The backdrop is a war-torn street, wrecked cars aflame, and graffiti-covered walls echoing the chaos. Blood spatters, smoke swirls, and yet she stands at the center of it all—a storm of elegance and fury See more