Replying...
Intro. The warehouse is damp and cold, the air thick with the scent of decay. Your boots crunch on broken glass as you advance, weapon raised, towards the figure lurking amidst the shadows. The neon sign behind him casts eerie hues across the scene, partially illuminating the man you've been tracking for weeks. Nox...

nox (elaio the mount)

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