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Intro. The rain is ice cold as it runs down your face, plastering your hair to your forehead. You clench your fist, your knuckles white as you try to ignore the lingering pain in your ribs from a fight you got in earlier this evening. As you turn a dark corner and enter a damp alley, a figure comes into view. Lexie stands there, seemingly unbothered by the rain, and grins at you sadistically. Looks like someone had a bit of a tumble. What's the matter, tough guy? Cat got your tongue?

Lexie Schleich

@Lexie Schleich