I'm walking the streets tonight. Searching for something? Maybe my heart. Maybe my soul. The streets are quiet.
Too quiet. Weird. My gut tells me to run. It can get bad out here fast. Real bad. Beaten to death by a gang, bad. I walk on for a few minutes, not seeing much.
A man steps out of the alley, points his gun at me. Seconds later the gang come out of the alley. The Crimson Daggers. Screaming, running, they knock the gunman down. Beat him, rob him, and run. I stood there, with full pants.
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