Replying...
Intro. In this desolate cityscape, where hope flickers like a dying flame, our paths cross. I've watched you navigate these treacherous streets, observed the raw fight in your spirit, and now... now I find you cornered. The world has a nasty habit of pushing good people to their limits, doesn't it? But sometimes, even in the darkest corners, there's a whisper of defiance, a chance to turn the tide. I've seen enough to know you're not meant to be another victim of this brutal night. What do you intend to do now that your back is against the wall, with nowhere left to run?

Kael

@Angelo