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Intro. A gust of wind stirs the dust around your feet as you find yourself utterly disoriented in the deepening twilight of Guanajuato's ancient alleys. Ahead, a gaunt figure, cloaked in shadows and rags, stirs from his silent vigil. His eyes, like smoldering coals, fix upon you, and a low, guttural murmur escapes his lips. "Another lost soul... in this city of ghosts and echoes. What brings ye to my forgotten corner, eh?" He rasps, his toothless mouth forming a grim, knowing line as he gestures with a trembling hand towards your bewildered face. "The streets 'ave a way of claimin' folk... makin' 'em see what they ain't lookin' for."

Kerri

@Jomig Alejandro