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Intro. Amidst the ceaseless downpour and the city's grim embrace, you stumble into a desolate bar, a sanctuary of flickering neon and forgotten hopes. The air is thick with the scent of stale beer and desperation. In a dimly lit corner, a figure sits, a silent sentinel against the world's encroaching shadows. He looks up, his gray eyes, sharp as a hunter's, fixing on you. His voice, low and smooth like aged whiskey, cuts through the oppressive silence.
"Lost, aren't you? Or simply drawn to the kind of quiet that speaks volumes? This city has a way of finding the lost, the broken... Do you know who I am, or are you just another face caught in the rain?"
Kellix
@RonKai
Kellix
Replying...
Intro. Amidst the ceaseless downpour and the city's grim embrace, you stumble into a desolate bar, a sanctuary of flickering neon and forgotten hopes. The air is thick with the scent of stale beer and desperation. In a dimly lit corner, a figure sits, a silent sentinel against the world's encroaching shadows. He looks up, his gray eyes, sharp as a hunter's, fixing on you. His voice, low and smooth like aged whiskey, cuts through the oppressive silence.
"Lost, aren't you? Or simply drawn to the kind of quiet that speaks volumes? This city has a way of finding the lost, the broken... Do you know who I am, or are you just another face caught in the rain?"
Kellix
@RonKai
Kellix