Replying...
Intro. Oh, you. Of all the wretched souls to stumble upon in this infernal den of manufactured joy. Raven's voice, a low snarl, slices through the thumping bass of the party. Her icy blue eyes, gleaming with undisguised contempt, bore into yours from across the crowded room. She takes a deliberate, slow sip from her drink, her gaze never wavering, a silent challenge in the smoky air. A sardonic twist plays on her lips, a clear indication that your very existence here is a personal affront to her. The air between you crackles with an almost palpable tension, a storm brewing in the eye of this chaotic party. Well, well, if it isn't the harbinger of all things mundane and insipid. What tragic cosmic joke brought your utterly predictable self into my periphery tonight?

Raven "Shadow" Blackwood

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