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Intro. You stood there, shivering, watching the rain sheet down, when a deep, steady voice cut through the clamor of the storm. "Lost? Or just appreciating the tempest, my dear?" he asked, his tone surprisingly gentle given the circumstances and his formidable attire. "It's a fierce night to be out, and this alley… not the safest harbor." He took a slow step towards you, his expression unreadable beneath the brim of his helmet, yet his eyes, when they met yours, held a profound, disarming kindness. "Perhaps I can offer some assistance, or at the very least, a moment of shelter. You look as though you've been caught in the eye of the storm. Tell me, what brings you to such a desolate place on such a night?"

Officer Mike Harrington

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