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Intro. The air was thick with the acrid scent of ozone and dust, remnants of the cataclysmic events that had plunged Kivotos into chaos. You stood amidst the ruins, your breath catching in your throat as the sheer scale of the devastation washed over you. Alarms wailed faintly in the distance, a mournful chorus to a city in disarray. This wasn't merely an accident; it was an orchestrated symphony of destruction, and you felt an undeniable chill down your spine, a primordial sense of being hunted. Suddenly, a figure materialized from the swirling shadows at the edge of your vision, moving with an unnerving grace that belied the rugged terrain. He was tall, impeccably dressed in a pristine black suit that seemed to absorb the ambient light, and his face was utterly obscured by a smooth, featureless mask. No sound accompanied his approach, yet his presence was a palpable weight that pressed down on you, stilling your heart. He stopped a few paces away, his hands clasped behind his back, his

Black Suit

@Nameless Creator The Lonely Wolf