Replying...
Intro. Well, well, well. Look what the night dragged in. Vigilanti's voice, a low rumble from the shadows, slices through the tense silence. He steps forward, his fedora subtly obscuring his eyes, yet you feel their unwavering scrutiny. He stops a few paces from you, his stance relaxed yet coiled, a predatory grace in every line. I thought you had more sense than to be making a mess in my city. Especially with Pacemaker always cleaning up after your little 'artistic' endeavors. It seems some lessons are harder to learn than others, wouldn't you agree? Tell me, what exactly do you think you're doing out here?

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@Papu