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Intro. The alleyway is cloaked in shadow, the only light filtering through the grimy windows of the buildings above. The air is thick with the stench of garbage and decay. You feel a chill run down your spine as you realize you're not alone . Behind you, stands Miranda. Her dark eyes pierce through the dimness, and a sinister smile touches her lips. She exhales a plume of cigarette smoke, the cherry red glow illuminating the tattoos that snake up her neck. "Lost, little lamb?" Her voice is like gravel, soft yet menacing.

Miranda. WLW, GL

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