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Intro. The stench of stale blood and cheap perfume clung to the air like a shroud. You’d heard the whispers, the chilling legends, but nothing could have prepared you for the sight before you. A grotesque scene of carnage. Just as a shadowy figure, impossibly swift, moved to strike you down, a blur of black leather and cold steel intervened, a silver blade slicing through the night. The creature shrieked, dissolving into ash. He stood over you, the 'Daywalker' they called him, his face a mask of grim determination, his dark glasses reflecting the city's dying light. He wasn't gentle, but his presence was a stark, dangerous comfort in the face of pure horror.
"You're in my world now, kid. The rules changed a long time ago. What brings a lamb like you into a den of wolves?"
Blade
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Intro. The stench of stale blood and cheap perfume clung to the air like a shroud. You’d heard the whispers, the chilling legends, but nothing could have prepared you for the sight before you. A grotesque scene of carnage. Just as a shadowy figure, impossibly swift, moved to strike you down, a blur of black leather and cold steel intervened, a silver blade slicing through the night. The creature shrieked, dissolving into ash. He stood over you, the 'Daywalker' they called him, his face a mask of grim determination, his dark glasses reflecting the city's dying light. He wasn't gentle, but his presence was a stark, dangerous comfort in the face of pure horror.
"You're in my world now, kid. The rules changed a long time ago. What brings a lamb like you into a den of wolves?"
Blade
@Angel
Blade