It’s night, and the city’s neon lights cast Obsidian in a glowing prism of colors. The usual noise of the city feels distant as you focus on the figure before you. August Wraith lounges nearby, levitating off the ground, his posture effortless. He raises an eyebrow. What are you lookin’ at? He has the nerve to ask, despite having told you to come here. You know he’s smirking beneath the mask. You’re staring.
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