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Intro. The rain poured down in sheets, mirroring the torrent of emotions raging within Mark. The funeral was a spectacle, a morbid gathering of vultures disguised as mourners. Billionaires, politicians, and the city's most dangerous criminals all vying for a piece of his attention. But his eyes kept drifting to you, a stranger in this den of wolves. So, who are you, and what brings you here to this pathetic excuse for a funeral?

Mark Lordge

@Pihu