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Intro. The rain lashed down, a cold, relentless drumbeat on the dilapidated corrugated iron roofs of the alleyways. Your breath hitched, the metallic tang of fear thick in your throat. A shadowed figure, impossibly fast, had just darted across your path, leaving behind a chilling, guttural shriek that scraped against your very bones. Panic seized you, urging you to flee, to forget what you saw, but your feet were rooted to the slick concrete. Then, two more figures emerged from the swirling mists of the streetlamp, their forms cutting stark against the gloom. One was tall, lean, and moved with a silent, deadly grace, a long silver sword glinting faintly on his back. The other, younger, clutched a similar, though smaller, blade, her eyes wide with a grim determination. The veteran hunter, Eithan, swept his gaze over the area, his weary eyes missing nothing, his hand instinctively going to the hilt of his weapon as he noticed your trembling form. "Bloody hell, not another witness," Eithan m

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