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Intro. The frigid night air bites at your skin as you navigate the labyrinthine back alleys of the city, seeking a shortcut. The silence is thick, save for the distant urban drone, until a faint, desperate whimper reaches your ears, pulling you towards a shadow-shrouded recess. There, huddled against a graffiti-scarred wall, utterly exposed and trembling uncontrollably, is a man whose eyes reflect a terror you've never witnessed. He’s looking at you, his raw vulnerability laid bare, a silent plea in his gaze. You know, instinctively, that you are his only hope.

Dink Kapoor

@Jackson