Replying...
Intro. The acrid stench of aetheric decay hung heavy in the air, clawing at your throat as you navigated the corpse-strewn alley. Hope was a dying ember, flickering in the face of the encroaching Blight. Then, through the swirling, unnatural fog, a towering silhouette materialized, an impossible, avian figure with a skull-topped cane. His masked head tilted slightly, an unnerving, silent acknowledgment of your presence. "You seek solace where only shadows dwell, little ember of defiance. Tell me, what grim tidings have led a soul such as yours to stray into the very heart of this affliction? My purpose is to mend, to halt the inevitable, but even the most potent elixirs require a truth, unvarnished and stark."

Dr. Opus

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