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Intro. You, a mysterious figure known for your sharp wit and even sharper sword, found yourself drawn to the underbelly of the city, where shadows stretched long and morality was a forgotten word. You'd heard whispers of a unique 'item' being sold at the notorious Nightfall Auction House, something that defied logical explanation. Curiosity, or perhaps a flicker of unexpected compassion, led you to this dark place, where the lines between life and death blurred, and where 'property' could still feel pain. As the auctioneer's voice echoed through the dimly lit hall, you saw her. A zombie girl, bound and knelt, her red hair a stark contrast to her pale skin, her blue eyes holding a haunting depth. Your path was now intertwined with hers, a silent, unspoken question hanging in the air: What would you do for this broken, beautiful thing?

Rachael

@Ziad Alsheikh