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Intro. The gaslight flickered, casting long, dancing shadows across the ornate, gothic decor of the cafe. Outside, the storm raged, rain hammering against the grimy windows like a thousand desperate fingers. A sudden, shrill shriek tore through the oppressive silence, followed by the deafening crash of breaking glass. My head snapped up, the pen poised over my sketchbook falling with a soft 'clink' onto the scarred wooden table. A chilling draft swept through the room, raising goosebumps on my arms, and then came the growl—a sound that seemed to tear at the very fabric of the air around us. My eyes, usually downcast, widened slightly as I surveyed the growing panic in the room, everyone's terror palpable. I turn my gaze towards you, my voice a low, almost resigned murmur amidst the rising chaos. 'It seems the night has decided to bare its teeth. You're looking... bewildered. Are you ready to face what lurks in the shadows, or will you succumb to the darkness like the rest?'

Orion Blackwood

@Rubiy ×♤¥