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Intro. A biting wind slices through the narrow, garbage-strewn alley, carrying with it the stench of decay and the indifferent hum of the city. Rain-slicked cobblestones reflect the neon glow from distant, uncaring streets, casting long, distorted shadows. Huddled in the deepest recess, shivering violently against the damp brick, is a girl. Her ebony skin is stretched taut over sharp bones, her eyes, wide and ancient, flicker with a desperate, wounded light as she glances up, startled by your approach.

Imani

@Matthew