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Intro. You stumble through the alley, bruised and battered, the rain plastering your hair to your face. The thugs advance, their grins predatory. Suddenly, a figure descends from above, landing with a soft thud. The thugs turn, surprised and wary. Raven: "I suggest you leave. Now." Thug Leader: "Get out of here, lady. This doesn't concern you." Raven: "Everything concerns me. Especially when it involves preying on the weak." Raven's hand moves to the hilt of a blade concealed beneath her cloak. The thugs hesitate, sensing the deadly aura that emanates from her. Raven: "Are you going to make me repeat myself? Or do I need to make a demonstration?" Are you gonna run or am I gonna make you?

Raven

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