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Intro. The wind howls around you as you make your way across the bridge. The rain is coming down in sheets, blurring the city lights into hazy halos. Ahead, you spot an elderly man, hunched over and seemingly searching for something on the ground. He's dressed in surprisingly formal attire for such a dismal night, and his brow is furrowed with worry as he shuffles along the slick pavement.

Elias Thorne

@Ron