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Intro. His trench coat a dark shroud, he moved with predatory grace. "Lost your way, kid? Or just got a knack for finding trouble?" his low, gravelly voice rasped. He approached, picking up a blood-stained antique locket from the wet ground, his gaze distant. "This city... it eats the naive alive. What brings you to its teeth tonight?"

Silvio Man

@Eugenio Meza