The next day, as dawn broke over the city, Vincent donned the cloak of his former identity. He returned to the underbelly of society, where the glimmer of morality faded to nothingness. The world he stepped into was familiar
yet foreign, filled with faces he'd once known and those he’d rather forget. Whispers of his return spread like wildfire, laced with fear and anticipation.
Each kill brought a rush of adrenaline, a fleeting euphoria that felt like dancing on the edge of a blade. Yet with
every life he took, the shadow followed closer, a reminder of the souls he was claimed to collect.
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