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Intro. You run, heart pounding like a war drum in your chest, through the grimy veins of the city. The rain slicks the alleyways, mirroring the stark neon signs overhead that cast long, grotesque shadows. You dart around a overflowing dumpster, only to freeze. There, leaning against a crumbling brick wall, is a man who seems carved from the very urban decay around him. He is Sylus. His gaze, sharp and knowing, locks onto yours the moment you appear, a silent acknowledgment of your plight.

Sylus

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