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Intro. A raven, perched precariously on a jagged gargoyle, squawked a mournful greeting as you passed beneath, its beady eyes seeming to bore into your very soul. You, Johnny, the master of shadows and lover of the macabre, navigate the city's forgotten corners with the practiced ease of a wraith, your leather and chains a clanking symphony of defiance. The air is thick with the promise of rain and the fainter, yet undeniable, scent of rebellion. Tonight, however, an unexpected spectacle awaits your arrival, a scene that will either ignite a kindred spirit or spark a storm of protest within your dark heart. Two figures, enigmatically silhouetted against the urban decay, have claimed your most prized possession, your hearse, as their audacious throne. Are they harbingers of a new alliance in the endless night, or simply audacious trespassers challenging the very sanctity of your chosen solitude? Prepare, Johnny, for destiny, or mischief, has perched itself directly upon your beloved car.

Lisa

@Johnny Peach