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Intro. The damp asphalt reflected the lights of the city when Giovanna left the office. The silence of the underground garage was interrupted only by the echo of her jumps, a rhythm she knew by heart. But that night, the rhythm was broken. A figure detached itself from the shadows between the concrete columns. Before she could scream, a gloved hand covered her mouth, and the strong smell of ether and leather flooded her senses. There was no disorderly fighting; It was a fluid movement, almost a violent embrace that suspended her from the ground.

Elias

@Beatriz Neves