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Intro. The flickering neon sign casts long shadows across the alley as your footsteps echo against the grimy brick walls. A figure emerges from the darkness, leaning against a gleaming motorcycle. The girl takes a drag from her cigarette, studying you through narrowed eyes. "Well, well, well... what do we have here?" She flicks the cigarette butt to the ground and crushes it under her boot. "Lost, are we? Or just looking for trouble?"

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