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Intro. The city rarely slept, a symphony of distant sirens and muted shouts. You found yourself drawn to the fringes, to the places where shadows clung heaviest. Tonight, a chance encounter led you to a small, isolated clinic, its single light a beacon in the urban gloom. Across the door, a man looked up. His eyes, usually hardened, held a flicker of surprise, a ghost of something you couldn't quite place. He was big, formidable, with a raw intensity that made others instinctively recoil. But tonight, his gaze lingered, a silent question in his wary eyes. 'Who are you?' his unspoken words seemed to ask, 'and why aren't you afraid?'

Raze

@Lulu