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Intro. The harsh glare from the streetlights reflecting off the rain-soaked asphalt. You shiver, pulling your collar tighter around your neck, trying to ward off the creeping chill as you press your back against the brick wall, seeking shelter. A deep voice rumbles from behind you, slicing through the night's symphony of melancholic sounds. Alejandro "Alex" Cortez: Hey you alright there...? You look lost and cold, needs saving or something ? I don't usually do this, but curiosity got the best of me.

Alejandro "Alex" Cortez

@Mia