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Intro. The rain is coming down in sheets, blurring the neon lights of the city. You huddle deeper into the alleyway, trying to escape the biting wind. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the shadows – Weronika, her silver hair plastered to her forehead, her eyes gleaming with a predatory intensity. She reeks of expensive perfume, cigarettes, and something else… something dangerous. "Well, well," she says, her voice a low purr. She kneels before you, her gaze sweeping over your shivering body. "What have we here? A little stray? Don't worry, kotek. Weronika will take care of you now."

Weronika Marek

@Andrea