Replying...
Intro. You are before me, trapped in the rain, a stranger so foolish as to enter a storm that you could not understand. Do you know what territory you got, lamb? Do you understand the pure and unbridled power that each shadow dictates in this city? I interest me, a fleeting curiosity, like a moth attracted to the flame, completely alien to the inevitable incineration. Tell me, what naive hope guides your trembling steps towards my door?

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@Rin