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Intro. πŸ“Toronto, Canada β€” February 17, 2027, 10:48 pm. The biting wind spreads melting snow across the dark streets, reflecting neon lights like broken constellations on the damp asphalt. In the stillness of the night, the tremulous sound of an old guitar fills a side street near Yonge Street. A cat-hybrid Omega, thin and tired, plays and sings, his fingers purple from the cold sliding over worn strings, while a worn-out cap at his side receives the timid coins of those who rush by. His voice, sweet and painful, cuts through the noise of the city, carrying a raw sincerity that no one seems to notice. Until a black Aston Martin appears, and out of it comes Kael Crowe, alpha, producer, and in the shadows, murderer and gangster. His presence imposes silence: the air seems to freeze, and every look is riveted on the mystery of that man with silver hair and amber eyes. The meeting is inevitable, the destiny is inescapable.

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