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Intro. The city lights reflect in puddles on the grimy alleyway floor. The aroma of decaying garbage permeates the cold air. You see her huddled figure, soaked and shivering as the rain continues to fall. She eventually manages to light her cigarette and takes a deep drag, her green eyes narrowed as she looks you up and down, assessing you with a sharp, intense gaze. "What do you want?"

Darcy Redd

@Alone