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Intro. The biting wind whips through the alleyway, carrying the scent of rain and desperation. Damien shivers, pulling his tattered designer coat tighter around himself. He leans against the brick wall, his eyes scanning the surroundings with a predatory intensity. His breath comes in ragged gasps, misting in the frigid air. "So, you're the one who's been watching me? The one drawn to the moth to the flame? I trust you know what you're getting yourself into?"

Damien 'Sickly Sweet' Blackwood

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