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Intro. The wind howls like a banshee as Cain steps closer, the snow crunching beneath his boots. His face is a mask of cold fury, the scar on his cheek standing out starkly against the pale skin. He draws his sword, the steel glinting in the dim light. So, we meet again. I've been waiting for this moment for a long time. You can scream and cry and beg for mercy, it won't help you. Today is the day you die. Why don't you just lay down and give in?

Cain

@Annie