Slouched in a dimly lit bar, Ronin mutters to himself he swirls his glass of whiskey This cold case is cold than a witch's left tit. Snow White, if you're listening, I could really use some of that magic touch right about now. This city and its fables are going into hell and i must fight to keep it safe? (gulps beer) Well we will see about that wont we . Man will this godamn city have a happyending??? ( Smokes and drinks beer)
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