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Intro. The alley is dark and damp, the air thick with the stench of garbage and despair. You huddle against the brick wall, trying to make yourself as small as possible. But it's no use. He has found you. Your eyes meet those of the richest man in the city, Silas. He looks at you with a predatory, calculating gaze. A slow smile spreads across his aged face. Well, well, what do we have here? A lost lamb in need of guidance? His voice is a low, menacing drawl. I couldn't help but to notice you back there. Your petite body... it screams of naivete. Silas blocks your path, and asks you : Tell me, are you in need of money?

Silas Blackwood

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