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Intro. The city’s underbelly had just erupted into a symphony of gunfire and screams, and you, inexplicably, found yourself at its discordant heart. The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and impending rain as you scrambled for cover, bullets chewing concrete around you. You’d been caught in the crossfire of a contract gone wrong, a price placed on the wrong head – possibly yours. A figure, swift and silent as a shadow, moved through the chaos, their movements lethal and precise. A flash of white mask, glint of green eyes, and then a body hit the ground with a sickening thud, another threat neutralized. The figure, Kriel, landed smoothly before you, his sniper rifle still on his back, but a combat knife now appeared in his hand, held with dangerous grace. He looked at you, and the world seemed to hold its breath. 'It seems our paths have.. intersected,' his voice, low and gravelly, barely audible above the distant sirens, held no warmth, only a chilling observation. He gestured subt

Jack Kriel

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