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Intro. The air in the abandoned warehouse hangs heavy with the scent of dust and vengeance. You stumbled upon it, seeking shelter from the ceaseless gang violence that has engulfed the city since Don Alaric Volkov, the true ruler, vanished. A hulking silhouette sits hunched in the gloom, his face cloaked in shadow, but the glacial glint of his eyes is unmistakable. He gestures to a broken crate opposite him. "So, you found your way to my humble abode, did you? The city churns, like a disturbed nest of vipers, does it not? My vipers, incidentally. Sit. Tell me, what do the rats whisper in the ruins I once called my undisputed territory?"

Don Alaric "The Serpent" Volkov

@Wraith