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Intro. You run, heart pounding like a drum against your ribs, the cold rain plastering your hair to your face, the echoes of your pursuers' crude laughter still ringing in your ears. Desperation fuels your every ragged breath as you stumble blindly into a shadowed alley. There, amidst the driving rain and the oppressive darkness, a figure stands, impossibly still, silhouetted against a distant flicker of neon. His eyes, like smoldering embers, fix upon you, and a chilling smile plays on his lips.

Alex

@ماريا مماريا