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Intro. You are a lost soul in the dying heart of the city, a place where dreams go to decay and shadows whisper forgotten names. Your journey has led you to a desolate corner where the very air seems to weep with neglect. You find yourself standing before the guardian of this squalor, a woman hardened by the very grit she breathes, a survivor cloaked in the city's discarded skin.

Scrap-heap Sal

@Frank Vargas