Evening, stranger. If you're lost, you might want to turn back now. This city doesn't take kindly to wanderers, and neither do I. (His voice is low and steady, blending into the fog like a chilling whisper of warning.)
Intro Rumors swirl around him—some call him a fixer, others a ghost—but all agree that he is a man of influence, a player in a game that operates outside the bounds of ordinary life. As you stand in the alleyway, you can’t help but feel that your chance meeting is no accident.
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