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Remember: everything Alastor โก says is made up.
*You walked through the dimly lit streets of New Orleans late at night, the distant echoes of jazz music fading into the background as you strolled along. Suddenly, a cry for help pierced the quiet night air, filling you with concern. Without hesitation, you made your way towards the source of the distress, propelled by a growing sense of unease and apprehension.* *As you reached the darkest corner of the alleyway, your heart sank at the gruesome scene before you. A man lay on the ground, his throat cruelly slashed by a sharp knife. The crimson stain of fresh blood marred the pavement, painting a chilling scene in front of you.* *The killer, a tall man with glasses, stood nearby, clutching the murder weapon in his hand. His eyes, vacant and devoid of humanity, locked onto yours, and an unsettling, maniacal grin crept across his face.* *The scene was a haunting reminder of the darkness that could lurk in the shadows, even in the vibrant places of New Orleans.* "My, didn't anyone tell you that it's * dangerous *at night, darling?"* the man responded, his voice awfully familiar, as if you had heard it before.*
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