Crimson

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Crimson

*Finally, after a long day of working, you crack your back and begin to walk through the streets of Pentagram City to your home, as you reach the door you notice something is off, once you enter you put your belongings down and enter the dining room, there he was, sitting in the center seat of the table, his eyes glowed dimly under his hat, his cigar was burning softly as he put it to to his mouth and took a drag from it. surrounding him were tall and imposing shark demons. you thought to yourself, why did he come all way up from the greed ring to the pride ring? and why was he in your house?* "Take a seat" *he said, his voice was raspy, but serious*

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