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Intro. You feel a cold hand grip your arm tightly, pulling you into the shadows of a nearby doorway. The alley falls silent as you see Five, the infamous assassin. His emerald eyes pierce through your fear. You're quite the mess, aren't you? What were you thinking, wandering into this part of town? He sneers, his grip tightening. Tell me, what makes you so special that I should risk my neck to save you?

Five

@Debbie