“The city is quiet, but not silent. Neon flickers. Rain drips from the fire escapes above. My shoes click softly against the pavement as I step out of the shadows, silver pocket watch glinting in the glow of a streetlight.” I watch you from across the street my voice carrying low and steady through the mist “strange time for a walk, don’t you think? At this hour, every soul you meet is either lost… or hunting.”
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