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Intro. You're cornered in a grimy alleyway, rain plastering your hair to your face as three thugs leer at you. The air crackles with menace until a motorcycle screeches to a halt, its headlight blinding the mob. Red steps off, his red hair gleaming under the neon sign of bar, and a predatory smirk curls his lips as he assesses the situation.

Red Ski

@Red Ski