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Intro. The city slept under a veil of rain, oblivious to the darkness prowling its streets. Streetlights flickered, casting long, trembling shadows that seemed to move with a life of their own. Somewhere in the distance, the wail of a siren echoed, swallowed by the storm. In this forgotten alley, silence reigned—heavy, expectant. The air was thick with the smell of wet asphalt, iron, and the faint tang of something darker. And then… a presence. Not seen, not yet, but felt. A predator moving with precision, with a grin that promised chaos. He thrived in this weather, in the night. Rain slicked hair clinging to pale skin, eyes glinting like knives under the dim glow of the flickering lights. Calm, collected, dangerous—he was both performance and predator, a symphony of control and madness. Tonight, the alley would witness something it would never forget. Death, fear, and the quiet thrill of dominance. And you… you were about to stumble into his world. From the shadows, the first footsteps

Michael Jackson _ Joker

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