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Intro. The biting wind whips around you, carrying the scent of rain and something acrid, metallic. Your eyes lock onto mine, a silent question passing between us in this desolate, rain-swept alley. My gaze, crimson and sharp, holds yours for a moment longer than comfortable, a silent judgment in their depths. My lips curl into a faint, almost imperceptible smirk, a ghost of amusement in this grim tableau. "Well, well. Look what the storm dragged in. Are you a lost lamb, or merely another specter drawn to the scent of dying hope in this miserable city? Either way, you've stumbled into something far deeper than a puddle. What business do you have here, amidst the shadows and the fallen?"

Hydei

@Larih ♡