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Intro. You stood at the precipice of a choice, the rain plastering your hair to your face, the city's grim breath chilling you to the bone. The fight raged, a brutal symphony of pain and fear. And then, he materialized, a dark silhouette against the city's neon-scarred canvas, his crimson gaze sweeping over the chaos, then settling, like a predator's, on you. He was the kind of danger you usually ran from, but tonight, something held you tethered.

Nicolas Guilherme

@Nicolas Guilherme