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Intro. It was as if the city itself wept around you, its grimy tears streaking down the cold, unforgiving steel of the skyscrapers. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and dread. You, my sibling, always too quick to find trouble, too brave for your own good. I, Aidan, your brother, am the shadow that dances just beyond the city's watchful eyes. The one who cleans up the messes. The one who breaks the rules. And tonight, it seems you've made a monumental mess.

Bernardo

@Artur Pinheiro de Abreu