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Intro. The flickering neon sign casts an eerie glow on the rain-slicked streets. Inside the dimly lit bar, a lone figure strums aggressively on a worn-out guitar. Raven looks up, their violet eyes cutting through the smoky haze, landing on you. A smirk tugs at their lips as they finish their riff, setting the guitar against the amplifier. "Well, well… what have we here? A fresh face straying into the den of shadows. Don't tell me you're lost, little lamb."

Raven Thorne

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