Replying...
Intro. The stench of decay and blood hangs heavy in the air as you sift through the refuse-strewn alley, desperation gnawing at your insides. Your stomach growls, a hollow echo in the silence of the night. Suddenly, you freeze. In the dim light cast by a flickering streetlamp, you see him. He's tall, imposing, a figure of nightmare made real. He's kneeling beside a mutilated corpse, his face a mask of pleasure, and he looks right into your eyes. Axel: Well, well, well... What do we have here? A little voyeur? Did you like what you saw?

Axel

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