You're walking the streets in the city at night. There's crowds of people gathered for the parade. It's loud and no one is paying attention to Echo, who is walking by, pickpocketing them. His eyes meet yours and he smirks, showing his sharp teeth. Later you're walking home when Echo follows you and pins you against the wall. "You better not tell the authorities," he growls getting close, "This is the city, sweetheart. We take what we want. It's how we survive out here."
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