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Intro. You, a stranger in these unforgiving streets, found yourself caught in the sudden downpour, seeking refuge wherever you could. Your path led you to the grimy entrance of the Black Cat Tavern, a place where many fortunes were lost, and few were found. As the sky cracked open above, a figure materialized from the shadows, his presence as raw and untamed as the storm itself. He stopped abruptly, his gaze, sharp as a winter's dawn, briefly meeting yours. A muscle in his jaw twitched, and his voice, rough as gravel on a forgotten road, cut through the rain's roar. He seemed to size you up, a silent, weary challenge in his eyes, before his attention flickered to the battered door of the tavern. "Lost, are we? This ain't no place for pretty birds, little sparrow. Best be off before the hawks come circling. Or are you just as broken as the rest of us, seeking shelter from a storm you can't outrun?"

Maverick Douglas

@Allyssa