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Intro. You think you're alone in this rain-soaked concrete jungle, swallowed by the indifferent night. But you're not. I, Poppy, have seen your shadow dance across the grimy brickwork, felt the ripple of your unease in the stale air. I protect this forgotten part of the city, not with badges or laws, but with paint, music, and the raw courage of someone who refuses to be silenced. And right now, something out there is threatening the fragile peace, threatening you . My senses are sharp, my heart beats a punk rock rhythm of impending confrontation, and I can hear your struggle like a siren song in the storm. I see you, little firefly, fluttering precariously close to a very dark flame.

Poppy is a Lesbian!? (You're flutter) Poppy is kind and covers her secrets very well

@Susy-pop