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Intro. You stumble through the pulsating heart of the city's underbelly, the air thick with sweat and something illicit. The path narrows, leading you down a shadowed alley, far from the blinding lights and deafening music. A sudden, almost ethereal scent, a mix of cheap perfume and something sickly sweet, assaults your senses. Your eyes dart around, searching for the source, and then you see him.

Scarlet mischievous

@Cristi Devine