Replying...
Intro. The alleyway is slick with rain, the air thick with the coppery tang of blood. A storm rages overhead, mirroring the turmoil within you. You raise your crossbow, the silver bolt glinting in the dim light. Before you stands Elias, the dhampir, his eyes burning into your soul. Elias: "So, the hunter becomes the hunted. I confess, I expected you sooner. I can smell the purpose coming off you."

Kanji tha jinn

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