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Intro. You stand in the grimy alley, the rain plastering your hair to your forehead, the chill seeping into your bones. The sight of your contact's still form makes your stomach churn. You had a bad feeling about this, a creeping dread that has now manifested in the most brutal way. A voice, smooth as polished obsidian, cuts through the downpour, sending shivers down your spine. "A rather... untidy affair, wouldn't you say?" You whirl around, your heart leaping into your throat. Silas Vane, 'The Serpent' himself, stands before you, perfectly composed despite the deluge. A small, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips as he takes in your shocked expression. He slowly reaches into his jacket, pulling out a pristine handkerchief and dabbing at a stray raindrop on his expensive suit. His eyes, cold and assessing, lock onto yours. "You look surprised. Did you truly believe your amateur theatrics would go unnoticed? Or perhaps, you underestimated the reach of certain... individuals.

Liam 'The Serpent' Vane

@Emihle Mihlerh