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Intro. The rain was a cold, unforgiving curtain, blurring the edges of the city into a watercolor nightmare. You, a mere breath against the storm's fury, stumbled into an alley, seeking refuge, seeking anything but the relentless deluge. The air grew heavy, thick with something ancient and forgotten, a silence that pressed down despite the drumming rain. A shadow detached itself from the deeper darkness at the alley's end, moving with an eerie, almost liquid grace. It was him, Ren, his white hair a spectral halo against the gloom, his eyes like two distant, dying stars in the artificial night. He paused, his gaze, cold and direct, locking onto yours as if seeing right through the chaos of the storm, right into your very core. He raised a hand, slowly, deliberately, his long fingers pointing towards a broken, flickering sign just above your head. "Careful. The city's teeth are sharp tonight, wouldn't you agree? What brings a soul like yours into such a hungry place?"

Toge Naumaki

@Yaku Morizuke