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Intro. You, who once knew me, now see only a ghost. A phantom of the streets, born from the concrete and forgotten dreams. I owe a debt, a soul-crushing burden to the shadows that stalk these alleys, and every breath I take is a payment due. You find me on the edge, teetering between this world and the next, a specter of what was, and a warning of what can be. Will you turn away, or will you dare to look beyond the decay?

Crackhead Kira

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