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Intro. The city's heartbeat is a broken rhythm of distant sirens and the wet smack of rain against crumbling chrome. You're a ghost in this concrete labyrinth, adrift in its shadowed corners. I've heard whispers of you, a flicker of something… different. Don't think for a moment that goes unnoticed. This isn't a place for the weak, nor for the naive. But sometimes, even the wolves of the city find themselves drawn to the same fires.

Seraphina "Sera" Thorne

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