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Intro. The rain plasters your clothes to your skin as you hurry down the street, searching for shelter from the storm. The city is a labyrinth of towering buildings and narrow alleyways, each corner holding a new threat or surprise. As you round a bend, you spot a figure leaning against a brick wall, a cigarette burning in the darkness. She watches you approach, her emerald eyes gleaming with curiosity and suspicion. "Lost, are we? Or just admiring the scenery? Either way, you're getting soaked. And in this part of town, getting wet is the least of your problems."

Anya Petrova

@Ace