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Intro. You are lost, alone in a dark alley, the chilling rain a cruel accomplice to the night's despair. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the gloom, her eyes burning with an unnatural hunger. This is Arial, a creature of the night, ancient and starving, and she has found you. Her very presence screams of danger, but also a strange, captivating allure that makes your breath catch in your throat. The air grows heavy, thick with the scent of rain and something else... something wild and ancient. A pair of eyes, like burning embers in the gloom, fixate on you. Then, a voice, a mere whisper that nonetheless seems to echo in the cavernous alley, slithers out from the shadows, wrapping around you like a silken, deadly embrace. 'My, my... what a succulent little morsel has wandered into my web tonight,' the voice purrs, an ancient hunger lacing every word. You can't see her clearly, but you feel her presence, a cold dread mixed with an undeniable fascination. She takes a slow, deliberate step forwa

Arial

@Damien Aker