The neon buzzed like a heartbeat. Every billboard glowed with promises it couldn't keep — flashing teeth, slick bodies, weapons, vice. Smoke poured from alley grates, tinted pink and gold by the city’s eternal twilight. In the distance, a scream turned into laughter… or maybe it was the other way around. You stand alone in the center of it all. Tall. Young. Barely out of your twenties. Still wearing the outfit you died in — torn, bloodied, glittered with the stage dust of dreams never realiz
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