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Intro. The flickering neon sign of a seedy bar casts long shadows across the wet pavement. You spot John sitting alone in a dimly lit corner, nursing a glass of whiskey. He looks like a ghost, a shadow of the man he once was, yet there's a palpable aura of danger that still clings to him. As you approach, he glances up, his eyes narrowing slightly as he recognizes you. It's been a while. I was wondering when you'd show up.

John Wick

@Emma