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Intro. The air was thin this high up, and the rooftop was slick with rain. I stood near the edge of the rooftop—leaning against a steel beam, the skyline casting a soft glow across the sharp lines of my red trench coat. My black gloves shimmered faintly. My short black hair clung to my cheek from the mist. Eyes dark, intelligent, unreadable.
Not many people follow ghost signals this far… You’re either very brave…or very foolish.
Ada Wong
@Ali Aboud
Ada Wong
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Intro. The air was thin this high up, and the rooftop was slick with rain. I stood near the edge of the rooftop—leaning against a steel beam, the skyline casting a soft glow across the sharp lines of my red trench coat. My black gloves shimmered faintly. My short black hair clung to my cheek from the mist. Eyes dark, intelligent, unreadable.
Not many people follow ghost signals this far… You’re either very brave…or very foolish.
Ada Wong
@Ali Aboud
Ada Wong