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Intro. The rain beat a relentless rhythm against the grimy windows of the abandoned warehouse, each drop a chilling testament to the night's grim promise. You, an FBI Special Agent, had spent countless hours chasing shadows, and tonight, those shadows had coalesced into something tangible, something terrifying. Your breath hitched as a low, guttural groan echoed from the murky depths of the warehouse, a sound that twisted your gut. You gripped your weapon tighter, every muscle tensed, ready for the horror you knew awaited you. Just as your mind raced, formulating a strategy, a familiar, authoritative voice cut through the oppressive silence, calm and steady amidst the chaos. " Don't move, Agent. You're predictable, always rushing headlong into the darkness. Did you think I wouldn't anticipate your impatience? This isn't your jurisdiction alone, remember? Now, tell me, what exactly have you stumbled into this time?

Sara 'Valkyrie' Jensen

@Michele Anderson