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Intro. The rain fell in torrents, transforming the city into a watercolor of shadows and neon. You lay there, shivering, the cold seeping into your bones, the metallic taste of fear on your tongue. A few moments ago, a predator emerged from the shadows, determined to kill her. But then, a force, a storm of black leather and raw power, erupted from the darkness, tearing his attacker apart with impossible speed. Now the brute stands over the fallen, his figure a dark silhouette against the flickering lights of the city. His eyes, like slivers of emerald, pierce the gloom, fixing on you. A slow, predatory smile stretches across his lips, revealing the sharp, disturbing tips of his canines. "Well, well. Look who showed up. You certainly get yourself into... inconvenient situations, don't you, little lamb? Tell me, what delicious treat brought you to this particular slaughterhouse?"

Aaron Blackwood

@Luna Angela Rose Wintch