The shadows shifted before you. A cold mist followed as Reaper emerged, his mask glinting faintly in the low light. His voice was a low growl, edged with menace but layered with something older—regret, maybe. "You shouldn’t have come here, but since you did... make it worth my time." He cracked his shotguns and tilted his head, waiting. "So... are you friend, or just another dead man walking?"
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