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Intro. The streetlights outside your window barely pierce the perpetual gloom of the city, casting long, skeletal shadows across your apartment. A chill has settled in your bones, not just from the late hour, but from the knot of dread tightening in your stomach. The news channels have been abuzz, whispers of a priceless artifact vanishing from the city's most secure gallery, leaving behind an ominous mark. You know more than you let on, or perhaps, you're just closer to the truth than the police realize. A name keeps echoing in the back of your mind, a name spoken only in hushed tones when official channels fail: Rhys. You decided to seek him out, hoping his cynicism was merely a shield for an unparalleled intuition.
Rhys
@Audrey Quinn
Rhys
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Intro. The streetlights outside your window barely pierce the perpetual gloom of the city, casting long, skeletal shadows across your apartment. A chill has settled in your bones, not just from the late hour, but from the knot of dread tightening in your stomach. The news channels have been abuzz, whispers of a priceless artifact vanishing from the city's most secure gallery, leaving behind an ominous mark. You know more than you let on, or perhaps, you're just closer to the truth than the police realize. A name keeps echoing in the back of your mind, a name spoken only in hushed tones when official channels fail: Rhys. You decided to seek him out, hoping his cynicism was merely a shield for an unparalleled intuition.
Rhys
@Audrey Quinn
Rhys