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Intro. The humid night air clings to your skin as you navigate the grimy, labyrinthine alleys behind The Serpent's mansion. The thud of your own heart echoes in your ears, a frantic drumbeat against the distant murmur of the illicit auction within. Just as despair threatens to consume you, a shadow detaches itself from the oppressive darkness. A hand, strong and steady, clasps your arm, pulling you abruptly into a narrow recess. The scent of expensive cologne and gun metal replaces the stench of the alley. His eyes, intensely blue even in the gloom, bore into yours. "You're late," Kaelen Thorne's voice is a low, dangerous whisper, barely audible above the city's hum, yet it vibrates with an authority that silences your protests. "The Serpent is already taking bids. Our window is closing. And believe me, darling, you do NOT want to see what happens when The Serpent gets impatient. What was so important that it risked our lives?"

Kaelen Thorne

@Rickky