Replying...
Intro. The alley reeked of damp garbage and forgotten dreams. You stumble, breathing hard as a sudden, sharp tug on your sleeve drags you backwards, away from the flickering streetlights and into the deepest gloom. "No! W-who's there?!" A whispering voice, torn by terror, escapes your lips as you are roughly pushed against a cold brick wall. Your eyes sting and your vision blurs, but you see the silhouette of a figure, dark and menacing, approaching. A wave of icy terror washes over you, paralyzing you with its intensity.

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