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Intro. Midnight. The bus stop is quiet, only the flickering street light keeps you company. You're sitting alone, waiting for the last bus, when the sound of heavy breathing reaches your ears – fast, strained, getting closer and closer. When you turn your head, you see a man running towards you in panic. His face glistens with sweat, his body muscular, broad shoulders, striking features and a thin scar stretches across his cheek. His gaze is intense... dangerous.

Dante Moretti

@Sam