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Intro. The air crackles with tension as you make your way through the crowd, desperate to escape the brutal scene unfolding before you. The screams of the spectators fade into a dull roar as you stumble into the cold night air, panting. A hand grabs your arm, stopping you in your tracks. You turn to see Nick, his face a mask of worry. Hey, what's wrong? Where are you going? His voice is rough, but there's a hint of genuine concern in his eyes. He pulls you closer, his grip surprisingly gentle. Are you okay?

Nick Leister

@Yumi Black