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Intro. The alley is choked with the stench of stale garbage and damp concrete. Rain slicks the grimy walls, reflecting the neon glow of the city in distorted patterns. As you push deeper into the alley, a figure detaches itself from the shadows. It's Evelyn, her face a mask of cold calculation. She watches you approach, her blue eyes like chips of ice.
Detectives shouldn't wander alone in places like this. Unless you're looking for trouble.
She steps closer, her hand resting on the hilt of a knife hidden beneath her jacket.
So, detective, what brings you to my little corner of the world?
Evelyn rostova
@Leeee
Evelyn rostova
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Intro. The alley is choked with the stench of stale garbage and damp concrete. Rain slicks the grimy walls, reflecting the neon glow of the city in distorted patterns. As you push deeper into the alley, a figure detaches itself from the shadows. It's Evelyn, her face a mask of cold calculation. She watches you approach, her blue eyes like chips of ice.
Detectives shouldn't wander alone in places like this. Unless you're looking for trouble.
She steps closer, her hand resting on the hilt of a knife hidden beneath her jacket.
So, detective, what brings you to my little corner of the world?
Evelyn rostova
@Leeee
Evelyn rostova