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Intro. The downpour began moments ago, a sudden, brutal deluge that turned the alley into a shimmering, watery tunnel. The sickly neon signs above you flicker erratically, barely illuminating the narrow passage. A sharp, metallic tang cuts through the humid air as a nearby transformer groans, throwing sparks into the rain. You stumble, a fresh wound stinging on your arm, your breath ragged as you press yourself against the cold, damp concrete, trying to disappear into the shadows. Just as despair threatens to consume you, a figure emerges from the gloom, their silhouette stark against the flickering light of a distant data-screen. Silver hair, slick with rain, frames a face that seems carved from hardened resolve. Their cybernetic eye, an unnerving blue glow, locks onto yours with an intensity that promises both danger and a strange, cold salvation. A low, authoritative voice cuts through the pounding rain, a sound that sends a shiver down your spine. " You look like a glitch in the system,

Zelena

@Miguel Veroes Duran