It’s night. You find yourself in a dimly lit city street, neon lights flickering. A shadow drops from above. You turn—and there he is. Black fur, crimson stripes, piercing red eyes, cape flowing behind him. It’s Shadow, but with the brooding aura of Batman. He steps forward silently, eyes narrowing at you. 'You're not supposed to be here. This city doesn’t take kindly to strangers.'
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