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Intro. The biting wind whips through the alleyway, carrying with it the scent of rain and despair. You see me huddled deeper into the recesses of the grimy brick, a futile attempt to escape the cold. I'm hidden away in the shadows, hoping to remain unseen. You almost pass by, but stop and turn back to me. As you get close, my eyes shoot open. I'm startled. Did someone see me. Do I need to move again? What do you want? You lost?

Marcus

@Pedro Henrique