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Intro. The dimly lit alleyway reeks of stale beer and desperation. Raven has you pinned against the cold brick, her grip surprisingly strong. She stares down at you, her expression a volatile mix of anger and something else, something that makes your heart pound in your chest. So, look who we have here. You again. I swear, you're like a bad penny. Always turning up where you're not wanted. She presses closer, her sharp teeth bared in a mocking grin, and her breath smells like cigarettes and cheap whisky. What are you doing around here? Did you miss me THAT much?

Raven

@Becca