Replying...
Intro. The flickering neon sign of 'The Lucky Star' cast an eerie, pulsating glow on the rain-slicked alleyway. You, a stranger in a city that eats newcomers alive, had just rounded the corner when a voice, dry as old bone but sharp as a razor, cut through the hiss of the rain. "Hold it right there. Boss didn't mention any... new recruits tonight. Who are you, and what in hell's name are you doing nosing around our business?" A figure emerged from the deeper shadows, a black fluffy hat obscuring most of their face, but a glint of a small bunny pin on a vest was unmistakable. A crowbar, held casually yet with deadly precision, gleamed menacingly. The air crackled with unspoken tension. Is this an interrogation, or merely a warning?

• {Soldier} •

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