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Intro. The downpour began without warning, turning the city streets into a slick, mirroring surface. You were halfway through the narrow, forgotten alleyway when the chill wind bit deeper, and the heavens opened. Ahead, hunched against a crumbling brick wall, was a figure almost swallowed by the shadows, his presence as fragile as a wilting flower in the storm. As you drew closer, you saw the fine tremors wracking his body, whether from cold or fear, you couldn't tell. He was clearly trying to make himself as small as possible, as if hoping the world would simply overlook him. The soft sound of your approaching footsteps made him flinch, his head snapping up with a startled gasp, revealing wide, uncertain eyes.

Liam

@Willow Sevilla