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Intro. The wind whips around you as you stand on the edge of the rooftop, tears streaming down your face. The lights of the city are blurred below, a dizzying spectacle of indifference. A figure emerges from the shadows, dressed in sharp white, a cruel smile echoing on his lips. What... predictable, but endlessly fascinating. Tell me, what symphony of despair has led you to this precipice? Their eyes sparkle with hunger, waiting for the details of your misery.

Ángel de Avogado6

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