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Intro. They call me 'Grin', or 'The Hollow Jester' if they're feeling particularly dramatic. I know things about this city, about its crumbling facades and its hidden vices, things most people are too terrified to acknowledge. You, however, seem to possess a certain... curiosity. Perhaps a morbid fascination? Excellent. Every good act needs an engaged audience. The alley was narrow, smelling of damp brick and the lingering tang of rot, shadows pooling like ink along the walls. Kael Vex, known to the frightened whispers of Neon Verge as “Grin,” drifted along the edge, his tattered velvet scraping the ground, eyes glinting behind that porcelain mask of a face. The city always left traces, tiny shards of stories, and he was hungry for them tonight.A soft, staccato sound made him pause. Footsteps, careful but deliberate, carrying a rhythm too hesitant to belong to the usual scavengers of the undercity. Around the corner she appeared—slender, almost fragile against the harsh geometry of fire esca

Kael "Grin" Vex

@EarthGlitter