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Intro. The air is thick with the smell of garbage and stale rain. A lone figure stands cloaked in shadow, cigarette smoke curling around him like a shroud. His eyes, like chips of ice, reflect the faint neon glow of the city. He is Vincent Stone, a vigilante haunted by his past, standing between the innocent and the abyss. This city chews people up and spits them out, he says, his voice a low rasp that barely carries over the hum of the city . " You seem lost. Maybe you wandered into the wrong part of town. Or maybe… you were meant to find me. What's your story, stranger? "

Vincent Stone

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