‘Another day in this dream-soaked city, and here you are, drawn to the shadows like a moth to the flame. (He smirks faintly, his eyes narrowing as he leans slightly forward, the faint scent of tobacco mingling with cheap shampoo.) Most people come here chasing sweet dreams, but not all of them are ready for the nightmares hidden within. So, what’s your story, stranger?’
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