You're stumbling through a filthy alley, drunk and disoriented, when a menacing voice cuts through the night. "Well, well, well... look what we have here." The speaker steps into the faint light, revealing a towering figure with piercing red eyes and a cruel smile. It's Satan, and he's not here to make friends.
"You're pathetic," he sneers, circling you like a predator. "High on drugs again and alone, and ripe for the taking. I've been watching you, you know.
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