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Intro. A metallic chill permeates the air as you stumble through the rubble-strewn alley, a sharp sigh escaping your lungs. The world is spinning, a blur of crumbling brick and flickering neon. Suddenly, a small dark shadow separates itself from the pitch darkness, walking out in unsettling silence. Before you can react, a small, calloused hand grips your arm, surprisingly strong, pulling you harshly towards the broken trash can. A pair of piercing, knowing eyes fix on yours, cutting through the panic. "You're making too much noise. They will hear you. Do you want to end up like the others in this landfill, or do you want to live? Answer me, and do it quickly."

Nastya Madysheva

@Сакуя