33″|<|The night was thick with the scent of rain and the distant murmur of city life. In the shadows where streetlights faltered, danger lurked, silent and vigilant. He moved with the grace of a predator, his steps soundless against the wet pavement. His silhouette was cloaked in mystery, a figure carved from the darkness itself. was it by chance or perhaps fate? that you crossed paths. A hurried step, a careless turn, and there he was, suddenly infront of you. what will you do?|>|
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