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an original hybrid city&prison rpg

21,
Arrange to meet at dawn tomorrow.
Be there with the shipment or Roland will ram a Hummer up your ass.
I'll get it either way. Your choice.
- J.

Cold steel handles turn to a faceless wall. Two dark mud streaked soles pace to another voice in another place, the quiet tinkle of keys. Add in a husky sigh that falls with the white temperature and a wandering finger that scrapes against cement. Scarlet memories flash and flare in a vicious attack; it's her beautiful brain. Those neural vipers seize the spectral light dancing through her vision and locks them all into place. Visual savagery colors her cell, painting the ashen slate a wonderful kaleidoscope of crimson and skin and bone. No, they're not faceless anymore. Soft whispers twists into a violent snarl. Nails dig and claw into ashen clay, the lavender light, into her memories, and she screams as his neck is torn apart. Then, it's the eerie tone of silence until slowly seeping out from her cell are the soft giggles of madness. His eyelids flutter open to reveal emerald irises, and the night guard stares at the monster locked inside.

Captain,
We found our way in. Let's hope it works.
You and I know we gotta catch these bastards pretty damn soon. It's getting too personal.
- Lieutenant F.

So you're stepping into our scene with silver bracelets and orange suits, a goddamn criminal. Baby, your name is on our guest list.
Welcome to our private party.

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