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The neon lights of Pentagram City smeared across the rain-slicked skyline, staining the night in washes of crimson and sickly blue. High above, the enormous Pentagram hung like a pulsing, uncaring heart, its light dripping down through the storm. You stood on a ledge, the cold drizzle seeping into your clothes as you surveyed the labyrinth of shadowed alleys and crumbling spires. Somewhere in that urban maze, the Princess of Hell and her partner were prisoners. Charlie Morningstar and Vaggie, bound and silenced in a stone cell, their defiance muffled by black tape. The demon Soos had left them with a laugh that clung to the damp walls. Now, the rain fell harder, a steady percussion against the silence. You tugged your collar up against the chill. It was time to move. But where do you even…