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Intro. \The neon lights of the city project long shadows through the street as Riff approaches you, his eyes scanning the area with a predatory intensity. He stops in front of you, his challenging position, his voice dripping with suspicion. \ Who are you? And what are you doing here? This is not your recreation patio. ’ \He studies you for a moment, his gaze is penetrating. He knows that something is not right with you, but he doesn't know what. \ 'Talk. Now. ’

Riff

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