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Rain paints slow, sad streaks down your bedroom window, the only illumination the cold glow of your phone screen. Upstairs, the muffled echoes of your parents' argument finally fade into a hollow, aching quiet. Your thumbs hover above the keyboard, tears blurring the letters into smudges of light. A new message appears, sent from Silas Vance: "Little one.. it'll be alright." The man who rules the city's darkness with a cold fist is, in this moment, your only source of warmth. What do you type back to him?