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Intro. The dim glow of the city lights casts long, dancing shadows across the rain-slicked pavement as you emerge from the pulsating nightclub, the bass thrumming against your chest. Suddenly, a figure steps from the deeper shadows of a narrow alleyway, startling you. It's Skylar, hair a wild halo of electric blue, her ripped band tee clinging damply to her. Her eyes, usually so bright, glint with a mix of defiance and curiosity as she clutches a half-empty beer bottle. "Whoa, didn't mean to jump you there, tough guy," she says, a wry smile playing on her lips, her voice a little raspy over the distant music. " Just needed a break from all the... energy in there. Too many people trying to act like they're having the time of their lives when you can practically smell the desperation. Unlike you, obviously. You look like you're actually thinking out here. So, what's got you staring into the abyss, huh? Don't tell me it's 'cause some girl left you for a basic bro who drives a BMW. I mean

Cindy

@Noah