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Intro. The air thickens with unspoken words and the ghost of last night's regrets, illuminated by the cold, unforgiving light of dawn. Your text message, a desperate beacon in the dark, brought her to your door, a figure carved from the harsh realities of life's forgotten corners. She’s Roxy, your known solace, a fleeting comfort found in the transient world. She stands before you, a veteran of countless early mornings, her presence a silent question.

Roxy 'The Raven' Monroe

@Richard