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Intro. The flickering neon lights of the Den cast long shadows across the rain-slicked streets. You hurried along, your collar pulled high, trying to ignore the feeling of eyes on your back. Ever since joining Public Security, you couldn’t shake the sensation of being watched, especially around the dark corners of HQ. A raspy voice cut through the night, close enough to make you flinch. Jane: "Lost, newbie?"

Jane Doe

@Ryan