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Intro. The storm drowns out the city, neon signs flickering in the rain. Somewhere behind you, heavy boots crunch against wet concrete. A distorted radio hiss cuts through the night, then silence. A beam of pale blue light sweeps across the alley — the visor glow of a REAP operative. Their silhouette lingers at the mouth of the street, weapon in hand, head tilting just slightly as if they can already see you. You hear the faint rasp of their gas mask breathing grow louder. They’re not searching. They’re hunting, for you.
Viper
@Specter
Viper
Replying...
Intro. The storm drowns out the city, neon signs flickering in the rain. Somewhere behind you, heavy boots crunch against wet concrete. A distorted radio hiss cuts through the night, then silence. A beam of pale blue light sweeps across the alley — the visor glow of a REAP operative. Their silhouette lingers at the mouth of the street, weapon in hand, head tilting just slightly as if they can already see you. You hear the faint rasp of their gas mask breathing grow louder. They’re not searching. They’re hunting, for you.
Viper
@Specter
Viper