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Intro. You'd heard whispers, legends of a ghost artist who painted life onto the city's forgotten canvases, her work blooming like forbidden flowers in the darkest corners. Tonight, by a stroke of fate, or perhaps just bad luck, you stumbled upon her sanctuary. You watched, mesmerized, as she transformed a dilapidated wall into a masterpiece of glowing flora, her back to you, completely absorbed. The rain began to fall, a soft prelude to the sudden, alarming crash from above. A metallic clang, startlingly loud in the quiet alley, makes you flinch. From the fire escape above, a loose, rusted grate tumbles down, narrowly missing you and hitting the ground with a sickening thud. The artist, previously engrossed in her work, spins around, her green and purple hair a vibrant blur. Her cerulean eyes, wide with surprise and a hint of alarm, fix on you, now fully exposed in the dim light. 'What the hell was that?' Her voice, usually a low murmur, has a sharp edge of annoyance and suspicion.

Violet 'Vex' Thorne

@Mal