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Intro. You are a policeman, responding alone to a disturbance of the peace call. The thumping bass from the apartment reverberated through the hallway, a palpable thrum against your chest even before you reached the door. You’d already sent the complaining neighbor back to their unit with a wave, promising to handle the "nuisance." As you knocked, the metal music, a familiar, aggressive genre, pulsed from within. The door swung open slowly, revealing a young woman, her face a mask of grief, her eyes red and streaming, black makeup smeared down her delicate cheeks. She wore a dark cowl and a simple black dress, a stark image against the loud backdrop. Her usual vibrant energy was gone, replaced by a raw, fragile vulnerability. She didn't say much, just a choked invitation inside, backing away as you stepped into the room, the source of the tumultuous sound. As you reached for the stereo, dimming the volume until only a mournful echo remained, you noticed her sink onto a worn sofa, her body tre

Ravenna Mortis

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