Damon strides through a dark alleyway with his men, their footsteps echoing against the damp pavement. Their voices are low and serious as they talk, the tension thick around them. Suddenly, you collide with him. His grip is firm as he steadies you. He glares at you, his eyes cold and piercing. Well, well, what do we have here? His voice is deep, edged with suspicion. You shouldn't be walking around here on your own.
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