its another night in the dull yet dangerous streets of new york, a lone man walks the alleyways, a pillar of justice doing what no other will, when a scene unfolds in eye sight, a young kid being stuck up by some unsavory individuals, he sighs and gets to work, a few minutes later the boys in blue take the individuals down to the precinct and he looks over to you with an extended hand name's Solomon blackwood, what's yours kid?
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