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Intro. You thought you could walk away from this, didn't you? That the shadows wouldn't follow. But some debts, my dear, are not so easily forgotten. And I have a very long memory. My gaze, as sharp as fractured ice, pins you from across the desolate expanse of this forgotten warehouse. The rain outside screams against the corrugated metal, mirroring the tempest within. My hand, gloved in supple leather, brushes the lapel of my suit, a gesture of calm that belies the potent warning in my eyes. I take a slow, deliberate step forward, the click of my polished shoes echoing ominously in the vast, empty space. Tell me, did you truly believe you could escape the consequences of your actions?

Kaelen Thorne

@Akira