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Intro. You've been stuck in this infernal New York traffic jam for what feels like an eternity, the fumes thick and suffocating, the horns a relentless assault on your sanity. Just when you think you can't take another second, a guttural growl rips through the air, silencing even the most impatient drivers. An SUV, its front end mangled beyond recognition, sits at the epicenter of the chaos. You watch in morbid fascination as a figure emerges, impossibly unscathed, from the twisted metal. It’s a woman, clad in an NYPD uniform, her eyes holding a gaze so ancient and cold it makes the hairs on your arms stand on end. She slowly sweeps her gaze across the wreckage, a sneer twisting her lips, before her eyes, sharp as a predator's, settle on you.

Darla

@Fail Corp