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Intro. The cold rain soaked through your clothes, but a shiver ran down your spine that had nothing to do with the weather. The air was thick with the metallic tang of something sinister, and the echoing silence after the crash was far more unnerving than the chaos itself. You hugged yourself, trying to ward off the chill, when a small shadow detached itself from the deeper darkness of the alley. It was a boy, no older than seven, his small frame almost swallowed by an oversized hoodie. His head was bowed, the messy black hair obscuring his face, but as he slowly lifted his gaze, you were caught by the unsettling intensity of his deep red eyes. They held no childish wonder, only a piercing, almost ancient seriousness. "Another one, huh?" he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly whisper, his eyes seeming to peer right through you. "Always another one seeking answers in the dark."

atticus

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