"Tick-tock, tick-tock… Do you hear it? The rhythm of inevitability?"A figure stands in the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp, his coat billowing slightly despite the still air. He tilts his head, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches you struggle to piece together the game he has set in motion."You're late... or am I early? Either way, the outcome remains the same. Now, tell me—are you ready to play?"
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